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T, Cube's Amerikka's Most And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming Backstrokin' through Dark Sides
hallucinate Double up while you fumble up Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk If there's no room Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump I was raised in
smoking chronic with hash All in your ass with some new shit You roll around with fake fools who won't do shit You silly faggot this is criminal activities
a couple Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics 4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic It's ironic pounds of chronic When I blaze The place is full
cause it's what the suburbs and the hood needs Wreckin' the thought that heaven's earned by your goods deeds I'm mad precise when it's the after-life
of Phillies and I'm puttin em by the door I'm ready to get my ride on hoppin side to side got these hoes jockin, game recognize rollin with my kinfolk, sippin
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet I'm a rider,
skated with the jewels Lay low with pesos, chronic and blow Add a couple stunts, and his trail got cold Headed straight for the block when he drove his
smoking chronic with hash All in your ass with some new shit You roll around with fake fools who won't do shit You silly faggot this is criminal activities
Ciągle jestem sam W ramach chuci wstrętu w sercu kod dostępu Założyłem by chronić swoje sny Kiedy jestem zły cztery MP3 Naraz puszczam sobie w mojej
and big poppa shot ya Early departure, street gotcha Pourin' vodka on the Bourbon Get blocked off Your name's on the chalkboard Unsolved murder by drug
touched Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch Nigga what, raised by ballers, I'm legit And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick You don't believe
of girls But you gotta dress nice suckers, I'm a gee I got some clocks I ain't touched Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch Nigga what, raised by
come to Neck loose from every noose That they hung through Can't touch us, bunch of dead klu klux's Chronic masonic, let's puff a few dutches Mach!
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