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[50 second skit] [Verse 1: Sparks] What mean the world to you Shit about 4, 5, 6 bricks I roll em', cut off, spit em' the livin' room on the glass mirror want to see if that coke steady, OK See if folk gonna test a nigga and bring the tools Like the flutes and the two See if that shit turn green or blue (green or blue) Yo look here homie, this here pure coke with me Get off me and go take the things Guarantee get your fuckin' face freeze (your face freeze) And so, then let me know, ya I know You want to f*ck wit me, you want to cop yo work for me I know there's bucks involved, you don't touch the squad OK You can bring just some your roadies Leave two outside, bring two inside, just don't bring that bullshit 'cause we all gon time and get caught for this shit I know your number, 'cause I once got caught for shit In court for shit, like look Ian, I don't feel what I done was a crime When I crossed your invisible line (when I crossed your invisible line) When I crossed your border, with a thousand quarters Ya'll niggaz do when they broke gotta test the waters (gotta test the waters) You know you want to f*ck wit me [Chorus: Sparks] That be , that L, O, that W that BLOW This coke here is purified, youngblood, want to cop yo work from me That be , that L, O, that W that BLOW This coke here is purified, youngblood, lemme know you want to cop for me [Verse 2: Young Chris] We talkin' bout that BLOW That B.L.O.W. sniff it Tryin' to tell you it's the shizzit Guaranteed you get addicted Lemme know, how you want it, pure white, or be pecific (specific) I just came from the Pacific My connect is jet-o-ffical That's how we roll, keep it comin' Long as Chris up in position, Imma keep this shit consistent Never bitch up at the district Let em know, Young Gunna is just a new nigga Bout to blow straight to the tizzle Never write straight, off the tizzle With the flow, I get it from my big homie Sigel But I got my own Eagles, if it's guaranteed to meet you We can ???, but back to that B.L.O Got some shit that I can teach you Know if I cook up niggaz treat you weird Got some people, might be interested to speak to If your strips slow, you get your men, I get my people When we get dough, give them niggaz fore warnin' Lock down all four corners, watch that shit flow [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twista] I'm a nigga that'll never go a broke Two of tens always help a motherfucker get back up I can hook you up with whatever you want Till' the city doubles fifty bricks and brothas get smacked up Couple of hustle up real ass niggaz on the block, the hoes, you need some hard Twista be servin' with the nigga Spark, and the rocks, blows, weed, cars See us transform, double cocaine to a cherry 04 Range Load the ki's in the sprees, and I'm gettin' P's And I'm makin' G's, so I want to go in your bank 'cause you feelin' the feelin' of makin' a killin' Of steady comin' up, Imma cop myself a whole BLOW feel BLOW so trill, you can tell it was the real deal Even if I hit a high with a pill Tell me how you feel Baby you was feelin' kinda froze When you took a squirt up in the nose Steady servin' O's, 'cause the fiends gotta get it Even though they know it make they body decompose Reafer in my clothes, and you know we cookin' up or shakin' up So somebody close the door, watchin' for the law and gotta stay up on my toes Makin' stacks, motherfucker, tell me what you know about that [Chorus] [Verse 4: Oschino] See the dope move, see the coke move See that nigga push ki's like a pro tool F*ck a 9 to 5, I got 95 drones all in the back of the ride And they pure like a virgin, I'm servin' And I ain't talkin' bout Serena or Venus I'm talkin' bout that shit that have you doin' 50 years in a box beatin' your penis See the car vette, see the house vette, see the young boy diggin' ya style And you say you love that shit They think we Shallow Hal no it's just Oschino baby (yea baby) I'm dippin' the man, I'm dippin' the can I'm the reason you can dip that straw in the grams And get high, but you wouldn't understand (It's all about that BLOW) I'm your BLOW supplier, the hoes admire My whole attire, my rims and tires, niggaz wearin' wires (Actin' like they want to do a deal with O) Trains, planes, automobiles Won't get that work across the state Run till' they always getting' rid of the weight Sweatin' under pressure while you talkin' to jakes Sweatin' in the kitchen, while cookin' the cakes Sweatin' in the mix, puttin' doe in a safe You can sweat me right in front of my face And there's nuttin' you can do about it [Chorus]
Written by: CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, CHAD WESLEY HAMILTON, CHRISTOPHER RIES, KENNETH GAMBLE, KENNETH C. JOHNSON, LEON A. HUFF, UMAR ALWAN
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