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By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
We got Angels all around (It's going down fo'sho) I was once lost but now I'm found I got Angels on my shoulders (got angels) You can't brush em
how it go, fa sho Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night
how it go, fa sho Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night
in your hoe Give me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go [Z-Ro] When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo' do's I got rid of all my old
how it go, fa sho Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night
how it go, fa sho Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, fo' I'ma come down, it's your partna Z-Ro Never been a hoe, never been a broad Every night
to the north, look for the ice in the starch There we go there we go, see our diamonds gon' glow Houston Texas in the do', pour a pint fuck a fo' No longer
[Talkin'] Nigga, 2000, Y2K Me and Ron see all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga For sure, ha, man it's goin' down Y'all boyz need to fo sho get that
and Bishop before their hiccups 'Cause loyalty is nothing you can pay fo' Love him like brother, that man there like my brother And if it ever should come
that It's them Hoggs time to eat, who got a problem with that [Slim Thug] Bitch niggaz bow down, when the Boss come around 'Fore I pop the fo' pound,
a holocaust Don't hide the coast, I ain't yo bro, you actin like you know me though And rap is what you know me fo, the fact is I don't only flow Slow yo roll,
to tobacco road I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo I'm trying to find where them angels sing at Where X and King at So listen for the knowledge I
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feeding No deceiving, nothing up my sleeve and No teasing I need you
when I ride Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin Puttin it in
Hittin the highway doin 25 shows 25 Lil Mo's slammin 25 doors Representin fo' those holdin 25 screws in they deck I'ma wreck and rip 25 crews quick
Bum stiggedy, bum stiggedy, bum hon, I got the Old pa rum pum pum pum But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum, here I come So Peter Piper I'm hyper than
me fo'? Start to think to myself, man this a crazy ho She said pull around the corner, let me talk to you Come to find out the chicken was
fo' And if they broke, they hitting your back do' with the Mackno Fuck worrying bout haters, cause that'll freeze em up That's what the heat is for,
Red Rolls, Fleetwood hoes Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it My ham and cheese the freshest Now what I'm talkin bout? I
of the best with a gun in my clutch and (danger), we blood rushers Why blow with beef hopping out on fo' crutches, dedicate that to all busters Guerilla Maab
baby roll the dice Come on, what you waiting fo' Come on, I wanna let you know I can put you, where you wanna be Baby just believe, come on roll with
I pull up to the club, nigga I don't stop It be three or fo' times I done hit the block I jump up out my right, peepin nothin but cock
breathing, eatin, and shittin Ebonic spittin, niggaz dumber than fo spittin West coast thug shit to the fullest, it's automatic If it's drama, then we comin 3
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