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teasing me
Put on my pants and filled em with bands, I'm tryna get rich, lil bitch I'm chilling
Threw my shooter a dub, then he took off his head, fucked

Got this on the zaza
Russians say mama
Bro you got no dada he went to get the milk
Got a grave of dirt
Don't talk to him he's a jerk
And we all know

doin' all that talkin', ain't your brother get beat up
The world goin' crazy, nigga, R.I.P to G-Dub
They say the kid so cold, I'm icy
Ion talk about it, I

ain't got time for no hoe shit
He a dub, he a plate, put a mill in motion I pop a pill with some water
He don't like me cause I made a dyke about his

status bitch I'm doing well
I can't even sit back and enjoy it, I'm touch a bill
Mama hit my phone can't speak too chronically ill
I just want to say fuck

'em know that it's on sight
Cause niggas plotting, and they say they want my life
I remember it was yo birthday, you was stayin' at a hotel

on my favorite titty
Uh, I'm picky
Mama taught me well and my granny taught me plenty

Twistin' that spaghetti, sweet and spicy like this bitty
You know I

She put them bands in her purse
Then I took 'em out
On my mama, I need more money
Y'all can take the clout can you salute me?
Fresh off the plane from

Prester John,

I must say, your restaurant is fucking great. I mean, the ingredients are amazing. That’s what makes it better tasting, and so on.

I'm weakened by the plays for me 
She say she from round the way 
I never seen her in the bay 
Some gentrified, mystified, mystic eyes, kiss a lie 

Who

say
You just don't care enough to think of something
After all these days, nah, still treated like I'm nothing
Every time, fail to prove my mama wrong

Still Smokin'

Original PxMxWx

Legalize Pass Tha Weed

on the weed, and my mama don't know
Ya buy a pack of dubs ya split it in the middle
Fill it up with a dime and ya kick the weed riddle
Hey diddle diddle, with

sweaty
In her eyes, I can see that lil' mama been ready
Hold my dick, doin' biz' with Liz Claiborne
Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it
Dr. J in

have it, you know I'ma tax it

The beat is by Isaac LaFlame
Bitch, I be fly like a plane
I hope that bitch ain't your main
She let my dawgs run

Pops Was a Rolla

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness [Warlock]

1992

fairy
Papa was a hustler, so I wanted to sling
To live up to the name I claim
Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance
But I was grown, I didn't

Big homie (crip) , big cat (Garfield)
Lil nigga (one-fifty) don't play
Better be where you say you're from lil nigga
(yeah)
We don't gang bang just for

and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I

Pops Was a Rolla

South Central Cartel

South Central Madness

1992

a hustler, so I wanted to sling
To live up to the name I claim
Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance
But I was grown, I didn't have sense
All I knew I