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a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just

most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit

understand
Yerba Buena land

California pipe dream
Pick a flavor ice cream
Imagine what you want
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Duck Seazon

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over God so, taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans,

Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty

Juicy, sweet and bright
Oranges are a lovely sight
A gift from nature's delight
A flavor that is just right
Oranges, oranges
Fruit of the sun
So

We fucking in the hills of California
Yeah, yeah
Mm-hm
Mm-hm
Mm-hm
We fucking in the hills of California
That pussy
Mm-hm
Taste like fruit and imma

Don't forget your minds the garden of life
Drink your water 'fore you dry in the light
Watch for snakes, cause they can't bare what you fruit
Fact be

flavor, but don't call me fruit punch
Off the Henny White with Sid and Super
You a late bloomer, Ima get it sooner
Tearing up clubs with the custom fits
I

Just the fruit of my labor
You got me I got u back like a pager
Food for thought and you know I stay with hella flavors

Everything custom I don't follow fast
Counter checks smiling I can't go out sad
In my free time I go weigh up a bag
I don't want lil mama cause lil mama trash

the Almanac like I smoke
Heavy dro
Four gram blunts
It's the usual
Passion fruit and jet fuel pie
Cookies pack on standby
While I'm getting fly
Officially

where we is
Land in UAE, customs fuck with ESC
Hop in the truck, windows are black, pitch
You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me
U-A-E-S-C,

music, got her twerking in the stu 
And yea I fuck with red, but I like my racks blue 

(Uh!) California dreamin', pull up so you can see me 
Throw up, you

with the shits
Got different flavor I smoke like I'm California rich 
But I'm from the chi blazing up hopping 
Down at foster beach 
cll my niggas been

And you know that you feel me, my flavor is different
But taste it, it's splendid
He taste it and tell me he tasting a hint of
A fruit that's forbidden

Got

a bite
Fresh fruit is what I like
Natural flavor, sweet delight
No need for rushing
Can't give this a quick end
I only put the tip in
Slowly now, slowly

laced? Cause I feel like I got bugs
Eating all around my face
They in formation, California Kush
Shit so loud like a ho that need a douche
Like I'm in