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think I'm vice but they know me by a bloodhound Let me set my glock down The heavy shit like three-pound Fuckin wit a Treesh, I only snag her for
the present What better time than to go now so you down? Hell yeah, let's go! I mean why not that's different different Cus you don't hear too many people That
poppin' (Facts) Can't forget show stoppin' Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!) Three clap Surf City gang slidin' City of the Crips by the beach (Go!) This
these directions They'll make one thing clear My dear, come on and get it Two knocks followed by three On the door, room 417 Grand Hyatt down the street
on my block (Nah) ngga get got and get whipped (Whopped) Knocked out his socks by that Glock (Bop bop bop bop) Mosama 3Laden, Lil 3 who I be But I'm
to the door Close your eyes, count to ten It'll all be over then Let the Prophets do the work Down low, shake it, twerk Up on this track with Bogdan
because I'm already late, Uh the door opened, And she locked on me Eyes, her hands, sitting under her chin, Hair all down by her shoulders, she looking good
How I rap like this and I never had a tour Got the ap oak ain't been off shore Constructed rap and I broke down doors Got the labels rich
some more of it Put a towel on the floor by the door and get lit I'm higher than an astronaut taking a shit I'm higher than the price of rice in
Yeah Cartiers (swoosh) All buffs (swoosh) Yeah, Cartier Yeah, purple tint Yeah, three percent (yeah, yeah) Yeah, two FNs (yeah) Yeah,
Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
legends, the kings with the, crown They try to slam the door but we kick it, down Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down L.A. California where
bitch will fall You can feel it in the back like I like tree We bust in doors and light up three We living tall Got like me I'm chill like a big menthol
rifle And popped every last one of them sons of bitches Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches Got to the door, which is the right button
at the door Three for the Hebrew children Two for Paul and Silas One for the little bitty baby Born, born, born in Bethlehem Children go where I send you
Good to go Only Straight fire Smoke three more Out the door We Get higher Feeling vibes from my pocket Evidence of something popping Snatch my keys up
showed Now I'm alone til I hear a knock at the door I look and its you You take off your clothes you know how it goes When sun goes down You'll be gone but
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank Told em I quit I cant Promise I'm never gone change Big dawg inside of my gang Shaquille
Aye, I spot you like a dalmatian It's that food truck by the gas station I don't trick, think of it like a donation You looking good, but I know you
the hours go by Fall and then arise again I hear the darkness breathe Sunk into the horizon Fall down Let those tears come down Let them fade away
Jody Breeze, (Breeze) Boyz n da hood everybody know me. [Verse 2:] Yeah I'm Gorilla Zoe, mr missed to stack the door right der by the corner store,
det va' nåt? Det tror do va? Take a chance on me (instrumental) Nu gå den långsammare än förut. Nej. 1-2-3-4. Det
Bless you, Fellaair Little bit of this, yeah 1/2/3 down at 34 Imma hit 9th with a half for Me and one fiend plus eight more Ain't nobody pay shit cuz
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