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And cortez flies up to make one fatale hit
And Charlie kicks his big bad gray in the gully
He slowly peels off ten big bills
And I say Charlie old buddy I know
cortez shoes betcha could'nt
Walk in a mile in these shoes but we get by and we got to keep on walking

Let me take you back a way homie back in my day
it's harder than it ever looks. 

All alone in the edge of the water
Hiding out by the Sea of Cortez
With my sketch pads and Flairs
Tapes
(Zacardi, tell your story)

So many wonder how I survived
I can't say it was easy, but I'm still alive
God never left me, He stayed by my side
My glock ya fuck buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me
My glock ya f*** buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me
jeans, it makes me think of LL's troops 
Let's celebrate, it's Queens Day, this one's for you 

Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave 
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga,
Nine in the mornin' feds at my door (my door) 
Lou Cortez creakin' cross the hardwood floor (right) 
Dippin' through the alley I made my escape
If you would allow me a second to deal with some in-house issues here

Hey Pastor you know it's hard for me when you quote Puritans
Oh,
Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in
(Lil' Style)

Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin through the alley I made my
fitted French braids in my hair
With Cortez on, I mean a fresh new pair
Looking pimp got me feeling like a brand new player
I'm Cube, I'm Ren, I'm Dre
mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You
with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket