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Canibus] Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro I zigzag throughout
deep. I've checked the twenty-four hours, I've done the stay-up-all-night; In a certain way that's power, But it's not wired up right. Up for
Cancun 20 bitches runnin' 'round nude I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two I got water drippin' out my jewels If it ain't Actavis nigga it
ho's done heard of you, that dirty do Anything to attract them ho's Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them fours This how it go, you
[W Ballz D.J.] Oh y'all just want to do with out the beat Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this On radio station mother fucking 187.4 bitch W
Fort Knox - i don't wanna hold the fort down All fat - you don't wanna put the fork down Four thots - ain't enough I want some more now Back that ass up
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib? Got the 20 sack
check the records that ain't well known And look around and see all my clones [ VERSE 4 ] By the time I'm in my 30s my worth be - I bet I'm dirty rich
the streets at midnight, the little terror Huh, I get better by the letter A true breed, head to juvenile once more A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
Been playin' twenty questions with twenty-four cans 24/7 'til I understand I sent a prayer up for a helpin' hand But it musta got stopped by
won't go to sleep Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat Uh, young nigga, twenty-two, ten M's up 2021 X7, fuck a Benz truck Twenty-four shots in his
and I need (for real, though) These niggas ain't fuckin' with me In twenty-four hours, sold a hunnid Ps (a hundo) These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Jean She's not handsome or good-looking Scarcely sixteen And a fellow she was courting Now she's twenty-four She's a son and a daughter Here am I,
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With
As my Daytons spin low rider sitting low Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims Rag top 6-4 Hsenny in the passenger side Smoking chronic
MCs, how? To rhyme first Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" You got out done by
the time Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind I had to Shine By any means necessary I had to go out and get it And come back wit
Was eighteen years old, out on my own Out to get what I saw as mine By '92 I was twenty-one I was back out on the street Two whole years of county
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that And ain't no love I do em all like that Four right up in they back Clak Clak Close your eyes baby, it's over
(Go right in now you know) The ghetto chancellor (yeah) Candle lights the block, my Goose from Canada Twenty-four karat Lazarus, portable camera
Electric when you slide on me Seven days of the week, twenty-four hours a day I'm wondering where the time goes while I'm stuck in your gaze I'm begging
(Great John on the beat by the way) I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang) Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
Welcome to the ghetto Livin' day by day in my hood on the spot See the same old things:same dope fiends cops Just an average day in the streets
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