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the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, comin' up by the meter
Always got the baddest bitch
My ex lil' mad, she wasn't shit

anywhere, ayy
She shake it like you don't care
Shaking ass everywhere
And shawty got cakes by the pound
She love it how I make that sound
Baby girl keep

a dollar and some change
Lookin' strange
Mean-muggin' in the back of the club
I'm hangin' out gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub
Hoes showin' mad love

you fakers./
It takes more than your jealous ass to break us./
This shit is pumpin' wrecking your sound detector./
After twenty records still top choice

Thumbing through the faces, more than we ever had
Twenty pounds a week, blammer in the dash
Cops started watchin' so we had to move the stash
Hammers rang

damn, said "My best side"
With a pound of sour, I'm at at the level they don't like
Mind state on my grind, state of mind way too high
Smoke all day, I

I'm a boss
Cold hearted I don't trust a bitch
Give me 20 I can make a mill. You don't have to think about a bill
She gave me sloppy toppy (Yey  ye)
She

the love of my life
Pull it out the jar
Roll that weed inside a two dutch cigar
Bring 'em both together
Conservative style, we don't know no better
We just

a move, you got a weight to move
I pace the room 130 pounds, but I got weight to lose 
The plug said it's it like 20, but it came in twos
I hit him with

Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke

take yours for it
Uh-oh, it's a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin'

Off That Chewy

Dre Dog

New Jim Jones [Clean]

2006

to the dome
Poted dank, fools its your choice
Niggas hate my face but they love my voice
And just like that, I make them ball and nob
Kiss the hand of a true

to ask me to dance
He said, I can't, she's too fat
And he just laughed

I pretended not to cry by the free throw line 
And I wondered if I'd ever be pretty

the Alpine play
Bumping new shit by Majik Ninja every day
Ayy johnny Blaze I got the hottest hit's
Y’all be hating like a lotta bit
Go ahead and quote me boy

a couple grand felt like twenty G's
Million pound later
Flipped money that you've never seen
Box of crow was a pot of
Gold when I was seventeen
I grew up in

Don't Hate the Player

Looptroop

The Struggle Continues

2002

hurt you fakers
It takes more than your jealous ass to break us
This shit is pumpin' wrecking your sound detector
After twenty records still top choice

walkin'

Twenty pound each for the laces, but, Tae can pattern me three for fifty
Step with my chain out, everyone shifty
You ain't never caused no