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Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need
the dro' low anything will stand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Three 14 inch rims is running
(Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand
(Snoop Dogg!)
Three 14 inch rims is runnin' on the side
(They riding on the side?)
Yeah, they
Run it up
Watch me fuck it up
Down my luck
Tripping cuz
Karma got me stuck
Bitch is nuts
Playing what
Yearly gifted, optimistic
Opening up my doors
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
I gotta keep on pushin'
I gotta keep on pushin'
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it back
You ain't gonna get her, she said I'm
Fact is yo
Everybody is living it
This hard life
Where you never seem
To get an inch
The dark guides us
Whenever we be suffering
Started for me when
! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
The belt and the gold
Bitch run it up
Run it up
ILL's here the new bad guy
Top rope swag yeah that's high fly
Tips that hit home I spit drive bys
Cause I'm
as a falcon
Pull up to the Doggy Dogg Pound, with a car fulla bitches
Fuckin' grits like Alice
[Chorus]
Three fourteen inch rims is runnin' on the side
freestyles whatchu gonna do bitch i'm about to write history
Can't give a fuck gotta run to the max can't give a fuck back in the booth and i'm snapping
Back
! Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like wontons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences,
I gotta little I gotta get mo
I gotta little I gotta get mo
I gotta little I gotta get mo
I run up a little I run up some mo
I gotta little I gotta
She in her bag, make her hot by the way I brag
Her money lagged, I ain’t gotta talk you see the swag
Run It Up, Run It Up
Throw it in the bag
Pull up
a joining fee
Air max or them Jordan 3s
With no crease leave em clean
Play this beat whilst on repeat
In the stud till half past three
Me and flay we cooking
Run run, with her run run, with her
Run run, with her run run, with her
Run run, with her run run, with her
Run run, with her run run
Run run, with
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Money Like Beans
Ndi mu relation three days
Na chi mona chile pukunya
Na tekesimo chi Daisy
She look me she gaze
Into my eyes
Te
to the max
It's Marty baby
I don't care who your boss is
I run through the office, run through the offense
I don't got a off switch on my awesomeness
twisting, turning, roller coaster
Inch by inch the gap is closing
Pressure building, temperature rising, higher and higher
It's getting too crazy
I wish I
on the scene actions were suicidal
as we welcome a new arrival of a newer rival got to run dropped in the gas
coppas are rocking and oxygen masks
I'm plotting
Run! these black boys that take none
Don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
Run! if you ever pack a nice size gun
Run! if you sell
At the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape plan
Three inch blade on point like a Sensei
Consider me a dangerous man but you
I run it up, run it up, run it up, Forrest Gump
I run it up, run it up, run it up, Forrest Gump
I don't really take offense though
Bigger things be
chocolate
Opportunity ba y3 na you just waste it
Mugu no anfa a
Nya abotere 3b3ba
3 am mission 3nkasa
Import duty buoden m'aboka
Still a by force line no b3
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