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the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
up in the spot, two hundred racks out
Still got millions in the trap house (stash house)
Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out
Okay, get it
on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, bought me
kickin' it
With some childish hoes
We finna go to Hawaii get on some gallagins
Alii hoes what happens behind the does
(doors) , shid nobody knows
Make ya
hair and change my name to Bailey
'Cause we all just wanna be big dogs
And live in hilltop houses, and walk 30 miles a day
The girls come easy,
a nigga bitch and get a free ransom
He Real Rx if we stamped 'em
Let that nigga play wit that money if he want
We outside your house Call of Duty campin'
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I want to take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em
[King T]
When they need work
They
ZUU shit
Never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy
There's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season
And the team getting big
3 continents ayy
Anything I want I say and its done in a day
Send mix to Russia it’s done by the AM
Round the clock shit - нам не
to motherfuckin' hurtcha,P
We checked in date of 1989
Intertwined with some chips to sign
On the little dotted line
It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
to Lucky's, Ditty Boys, and to Charlie C's
I go to skate in CLC cause it's in a mix
I like drinkin at the Vets ????????
TDF is in this bitch cause we da boys
then he by himself
I got no time to be picking bredren
If your side on my side then we both align
And if we dont then out my section
If im debating
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2
Rebuffed yet I get love too
Mix the old school with sumnthin new
Some don’t want
like a level in this game that we live
Gotta struggle to survive, that's why some MC's get blitzed
Situations got your mind in control, that's how
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