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It's gotta be Maine
If I get something with this beard
It's gotta be brain
Dropped my first record when radio's
A lot of T-Pain
I'm playing 21 in San

California high
On those San Diego Nights
With you

By the hills
You’ll be warm
I may get bored
By the storms and the rain
But I can feel 
The winds are

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Valentino-Heels
Heut macht jede Junkie-Bitch auf Percocets Musik
Noch mehr B-Ware im Schnitt als in 'ner Burberry-Boutique
Labels müssen zuseh'n, wenn ich ihre

Streets in here with me
Bloods down south, guns in your mouth
Eat these fuckin' bullets
And shit them bitches out
I'm talkin' Blood nigga shit
Menace what

live like me
I'm the reason you cop them for 13-5 a key!

Chorus: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors

I roll my weed up on her buttocks
Cotton candy Faygo, my favorite soda pop
I'm in Diego, with Sandy, no Spongebob
Mo' ammo than gun shop
I'm not

distracted by your movements
No time to get into it 
We all wrong; who I'm fooling?
We all sin who I'm fooling? 
Bible tats be confusing
They don't match how

I got it... yeah, aye, yeah in this bit like... 
Chasing destiny man, ya bitch keep callin, for real
And I be laughing my fuckin' ass off
I be

see my V-Lone its plush
I wanna fuck bitch i do
Me and Lil Juvie the Dream Team
He play Lebron and Im D-Wade
Throw me the oop and I slam dunk
I be

Ooh, Jetski (D-Diego)
Woo, whoa (Go Grizz)
I'm poppin' fam (yeah, Purpp)
(Mally Mall) woo

Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I

in my studio
Boss shit
Baccarat candle get this smell right
Yeah I'm on boss shit
I can't even post where I be at
Gotta be cautious
Bout to pass them

Spendin' the twenty's is better
I, sent out the Franklin's to Denver

Meanwhile, I'm, posted, right in the South
San Diego, smokin' on loud
Hoppin' in

grounding kids
Walk up in the party with the rum like What it is?
Like what the fuck I'm doing goddamn drunk as shit, yeah
I be at the light peelin off

me
Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly
But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly)
By the end of 5th grade more than

charge more if I'm heard
I won't be satisfied with life 'til I have acquired more green than the Earth (huh?)
All the rhymes in my lines and the boy is so

might make you go deaf
You know what I'm saying
I'm doing this shit till my death, uh
Hop in the foreign, hop in the foreign
It go skrrt (Skrrt)
I just be

grow what I can't take (facts)
Finna be universal see me in the solars
My brothers by my side like joint strollers
They can't control us they just wanna

paid
And I cashed my shit
Boutta go hit the party
It's about to be lit
And I'm

Turnt up
Yea I just bought some bottles
Pull up with some bud
And some

Born in the Eighties

Milow

The Bigger Picture

2006

I grew up in the 90's at least that's what I tried
Looking for ways to be satisfied
I went to San Diego to try out my luck
Came back twelve months

pack
N***a get back
Im boutta snap
F**k it, im boutta snap

I was that n***a with lean in my lemonade
But I be doing is smoking that gas
I was that n***a

Billionaire's Club

Kollegah

Bossaura

2011

umgeben von der Bossaura
Nutte, wer will Beef mit dem G?
Kid, ich flieg' im Privatjet, zieh' mir 'ne Bahn Flex
Kollegah der Mac, von den Streets in die

thinking 'bout how we used to be

We were gonna get high
And watch anime
Call me when you're free
And I'll be on my way
But now you're down in San Diego

even if I was hurried? (Can I?)
And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried? (Would I?)
They got me waking up in the mornin and getting loaded