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Rode an asteroid
Flip a coin
Take a pick
Flying on a jet
Drink water on the moon
Fortified by the fire from the hot lava
After 30 minutes
I'm in it ready

Smokefest 1999

B Real

Rap Life

1999

still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slanging got my snapping like the rope hot
I can be the player you want to bust wit 
Or nigga you don't

won't help you make it to the top
But once you make it there, they stick they hands out
I'm hot as hell, I need the fan out
Solar system how I plan it out

I'm in the ocean

Gyal get wet no lube or lotion

Don't try say my name for promotion 

'Cause I got guys that are down for commotion

Best calm down

got the hots for me (She do)
Her friend threw the box to me (She did)
Must be a commodity
Must be a king
Getting cleaned by a queen (Well damn)
We in

ready for da water jump in we wet em up
Love to chase pussy get my Gangsta Lil bitch to set em up
Young Bull Gang tinted out rental what we riding in

and killin' it
Puffin' a jay that I keep in the glove
Right by the rubbers so we could be intimate
And if you're tucking me into me my bed
Baby then maybe we'll

streak not talking Call of duty
Way back then didn't act like you knew me
Now I'm getting payed get you out the way and I'm unfazed by the situation not

of juice/
We fuckin too and I don’t have to drug her Doctor Huxtable!/
I’m HOT like a missile or pistol lettin off shots!/
Couple legends fuckin veterans

and dance

Yeah 
Look yeah uh 
I just wanna get ya feet wet
While we listening to Keith Sweat 
It's getting hot 
We need a heat check 
Pull up like Steph 
I'm

a fuck bout they image I'm tryna see what all they don't show
Gotta move smart cause you can get killed by what they'll ho's know
Lil bro throwing bullets

Two knocks ,Wit boot tops
Im on the roof top
Droppin more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop

(Verse 1)
Two cops
Ride by
Loose lock
High sign
Whip

painted by your lover
In the middle of the summer
On an island in the river on a Sunday

The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is

Yo KL, hook me up with some of that beats by the pound
Kane and Abel, gangstafied gorilla shit
We start tightin' up on these niggas like a nigga been

your eyes is about to go down
Grabbed by my shirt, I grabbed you by your hair
Pin you against the wall, hell naw I ain't playing fair
Pressure on your

want to get her freak on (Pour up)
Get it Sloppy yea
Sloppy toppy like a gelapi
Ride it like 川崎 (Skrt Skrt)
I Had to take my ハッピー off (It’s hot)
Shawty

TVG get wit it or get ran over



How you want it boy now or later 
No conversation we out of favors 
Yo chick get pass like a hot potata 
cct crazy

As soon as I get it, imma stack it and spend it
Like joel osteen stuff the bands by the kennel
Soon as I cop me a demon
Drive that bitch off

gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt

decorating like a maniac in wet weather

The nomad has come to kill in pill yellow
Restore some order and let the dust settle

We hit em upside on black Friday

britches
Free my dawgs behind walls, write it ona wall
That's some that don't need decrypting

He tried to rob men(Ramen), got his noodle wet
I know they

our feet bitch we Lu Kang kicking
It’s not all designer but know we dripping
Got them hoes on deck but I ain’t pimpin
Hot some hoes on setand some of em

magic bibbidy boppin’
A lot of my time was practiced, hippity hoppin’
Along with my style, it’s wet drippity droppin’
Alarm you my lines go BRETTT, click

is stuck to my forehead, sticky and so wet
The clock is ticking and talking, sayin that it's time
My neck is clicking and popping, wit the coldness in