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And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin'

On 20's (on 20's)
Wheel's
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya

Them South side boys
about are money
Down south we get are piece made by johnny
Down south we like to swang on glass
If you want to sixteen you better bring my cash
I'm
side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like
was gettin' too much money
Too many niggas in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggas doin' somethin'
And after
them classy 23's with they back out
Classic ESPN say 23 back out
When over I guess I bring them 23's back out
And that 22-2 with 3 in it's so pimped out
my money, and then
Big Tymers whip they ass wit 20's and 10's
on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top niggas
things
Fuck niggas they screamin' Zoo Gang baby

We the zoo that's the new game
Pistol on me might get you two bangs
Take a look at how we do things
brother
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something
some blues for you, your baby's gone
Have I got some blues for you, you're all alone
I hate to be the one who has to bring you this bad news,
Have I
try to turn me 'round
I don't need you baby
Why'are never gonna bring me down
Bad blood, bad news
Sold out, sold you
Speed ball, good hit
Flyin' high,
a look at my life
Let's drop the top on my ride baby
Yo nigga ain't hittin' that right
Come roll with me for the night baby

Started at 22nd I'm from
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise

[Hook]
and Pa here I am
Money's running out all the same
I just close my eyes and bring it on home again

Up real late in New York state
Talkin' to my baby
down hill from there. 

So get on with your life baby, 
Please let me get on with mine. 
Each day brings a new confusion, 
Another way to break this
new shoes
ain't studying nothin' lesser than them 22's
Actin a fool, by the hip-hop and the music
Doin tricks, hittin switches like (uh uh uh)
All us
straight-jacket.
Just like 22nd Street,
They got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge, earaches roar.
In this pain
I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
I got sunshine in my stomach
But I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep,
[Chorus: x2]
I never meant to give you mushrooms girl 
I never meant to bring you to my world 
Now you sitting in the corner crying 
And now its
Dizzy found me last night
I saw some kind of new light
I woke up in a whirlwind
Just you watch my head spin
The spectacle that made you cry
It's
I never meant to give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to bring you to my world
Now you sitting in the corner crying
And now its my fault (My fault)
I got sunshine in my stomach
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
I got sunshine in my stomach
But I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep,

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