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Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days,

Ah huh, big balla, shot caller , boasy!
Big meech, Larry Hoover, money longer dan ruler
Expensive jeweler, Cuban link Frank Muller
Yo a wah do dem

to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk
And get the .33 shot (get the .33 shot)

I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city
That boss talk,

look down with the walkin dead nigga

Free Larry Hoover
J edgar hoover
If you wasn't dead put a hollow in yo head
These rappers suck like Hoover
I'm

[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby

[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus

I brushed it off
I been gettin to that bag that's the reason I been missin calls
They done judged me when I vented to em
I done saw my dog I asked him

this bitch in the Hoovers
I don't wanna lose her
Ass so fat to measure it, I need a ruler
Got this bad bitch, that go to Northridge
She always wear Gucci

stay up in the jungles
Every time we go to she gotta rumble
Got this bitch in a hoover
I don't wanna lose her
So afraid to measure her, I need a ruler!

fact, run it back how you been stink?
Whatchu doing Friday night maybe we could link?
All I want is the meow, this ain't a love thing
Heard you got

crazy in my every dream
I know that i mess around
Party out on Hoover spot Iil mama in that cap and gown
She remind me of ya style
Now I'm talkin to her

J Edgar Hoover failed
The black messiah rise
Over packed cells and Jim crow spells
This is for the souls lost under the Amistad's sails
Activate my

another link with God is created
We're used to having white people
Try to rob us why don't they try stealing
Some of this poverty? Ain't no new thing

they don't even like you
What your city like?

Shit, I'm from the city of Hoover
When bump and slide was robbin' the jeweler
I was in school but

of spades
Yeah ion feel her energy
If ion feel ya we can't link
Said I can't fumble with the greens
Can't love no thotty, that's on keef
She wanna link n'

Malcolm X with a ton of X
Cuban link like Che Guevara
Cuban link around my neck
Drug Money for the revolution evolution go get a check
Larry Hoover

vented about not knowing where I'm going how I gotta slow it down and take a break
Some things don't change
Growing up some that's great
At home that

Niggahs come around act like They kin to me
Wanna link got state what yo Business be
Not part yo problems no drama on Mamma I Promise this shit not deep

gooey
Now she gripping me
Hoover dam pussy yeah she crippin sheesh
Pull up on the little bitch not trippin
I like a bit red brown or she yellow
I'm not

with future
Bottom of my shoe red like I bang hoover
These bitches aint the only one getting money
I done let these hoes pop it but yea its my turn
Know

straight off the line, I'll send you the link
Just got a bonus I might need a Brinks
Talking too much, tell me what you think
Can we get lucky, or will

you scared of a hoover
A booga booga booga booga Eustace
These niggas not courage I know they pussy
Hall of fame on 2k and in person a rookie
Bitch over

with her
She on her Hussle so I can't fall in love with her
Link ups and getting down & dirty
We back at it and it's only five thirty
Wake up still

that she from Groves, when she throw up the deep 

She say on Hoover, know she from “BMT” 
If she pop it then leave then she from “PAT” 

Her ex nigga

Grandma Hips

Your Old Droog

Packs

2017

chips
And the box juice Ssips
Rockin pants that swish
Then I link with rich to flip product
The product of that was utterly hypnotic
Your mind is not