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I'm locked in the lab
I feel like a motherfuckin' chemist
I'm in her mouth like a dentist
While out in public, caressin' her body
I told that lil' bitch

a dime
I ain't taking
Deuce be shinin'
Like the Earth, I be quaking
She tryna shake it
Lil mama' too dangerous
Road runner nigga, too sick
I be on the West

make a young nigga lil Gritty
I would never ask you haters for your fuckin pity
Working on my second baby
She love it even if I don't do it
You ain't

Don't be scared to kick that lame to curb
We gone hit a drive by throw up the bird
I can show you more, definitely treat u better
Rolling all four's,

Jacksonfive

Falling Up

Crashings

2004

up the tank and let's hit the road


Working uphill until we explode

So give me the mic and let me rock

I will rock it

The spirit inside like Mr

You know Zay he a don Mr.Eughhh
You don't know me I'm not who I was
And I told her ain't much that I love so it's bread over all of the buzz
I don't

coppin' that exotic from the west coast

I need me an ounce of that gas
Bouta roll it up get high forget about the past
I need me an ounce of that gas
Bouta

came fo
Change clothes let’s go 
I’m on west coast cashing checks 
That look like Cali zip codes
While you hustle backwards 
Twist ya lil backwoods
I

I think that I need wings,
Girl I know your impressed by the things that money brings
I'm not your other nigga
I do it way bigger, c'mon on baby do

Roll Again

Nappy Roots

Wooden Leather

2003

chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river
Grab a rose and took me

i can't stop
my blessing and my curse
creating all these waves
for all of y'all to surf
i serve the flow
it always goes first
west side taste
wit

Ain't not better than me bitch I'm high as it go
They can't pop it on me they new high is my low
We in the west getting high as the coast
I just fly at ya

was smokin' that
Gas until he found thе seed
Lil' bitch, I go by M-O-B
Some of my clothes be Japanese
She wanna fuck me, I can see
Gave her a job like

Skip to my Lou 

Yea I'm on the court and I'm hitting this bitch with a mafuckin in and out 

I went to in and out 

I was on the west coast, tryna get

in that water
I can't get up out it
Mama see I'm surrounded by sharks
But none but love around me
Just know when you start to see that fin
It's

dummy, I need me some more
Get him lined by that hoe and he don't even know
Don't up that pole, if you ain't looking to score
I like to get in that mode

Every season we been Seasoned
By these win and losses
Tefflon and crosses
Far be it from me
To see all through
You I know that's intrusive
But every talk

on your ass
It's that stupid fuckin' pine, stupid fuckin' pine
I went over the West Coast to get better time
And the plug said, Flaze, I like the way you

on the stunt, Moz smell like paper
Lil' different from these rappers, I'm a real life gangster
Mr. Jabeta still in the clanker for sellin' strippers

order
ABC
All I got
Kanye West
I don't need em all
Fuck the rest
You can call me blessed
There's a bullet in your chest
I don't need to know
Why you know

like it's always etcetera etc
Yo lil participation trophy it ain't gon get by my metal detector
My muhfuckin medal detector, aye
Boa at this point I got

West Coast fades
Janet Jackson Dookie braids
With the baby hair
Laid down
Afro sprayed down
Dreads and knots
Corn rolls and wolf locks
Nappy hair

like Cheech and Chong

On the west coast now
Feeling like I'm in my zone
I view myself a lil different
Like I'm watching from a drone

Yo girl she

like it's been raining
I love it when you hate me make yo sex drive go crazy
Let's take a trip from the east to the west coast
In between your thighs