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put the weed down
But I love that Mary Jane and by this time she love me now
I walk in the bank smelling like the Za pack, got them raising they

Ah
Now what the fuck do we have here?
A "metal pillow", huh
Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean, honestly?
I couldn't fucking tell ya, I just

Get It
Looking For A Plug Like My Battery Done Finished
Riding In The Charger w/ The Tunnel Vision
I Tell ‘Em Don’t Watch Me, Watch Television
I Got

feeling might walk on the ceiling
I'm plotting tryna stay low key for the millions
In murda mountain where they drug dealing and killing
Ima tell y'all some

Lemmie get it started Lemmie tell you how I really feel
So many drugs that I've lost track of what is real 
I'm falling down a rabbit hole, tryna

Had to drop them little boys off they was dead weight
Got to get my Pockets right and keep my head straight
Cali where it's at I will really call you

grimey sometime I get slimey
I'm sorry I just let shit just walk by me
If that nigga sweet then I'm gone creep behind him
He like a toy in the store that

hard
Bitch I’m not one to heckle (na)
You’d think we sponsored by Nike
How quick my niggas check em (chill)
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream in

as hell so I had to drop the streets
till I got saved by them bells like I walk a harder street
come and get your bitch cause your dog is off the leash

to pray 
She like to pray
She like to pray
He like to party
He like Bacardi
She praying for em
She like her gospel
She Pentecostal
He like, "You Boring"
She

little from my Uncle Hamilton
He was a noble man
Huh shit, we were the coldest fam!
Deep in the pockets of every older man
Younger boy, girl or child
Took

both, bitch, Anubis
I walk up on 'em, like Waka Flocka
Hard in the paint, "Oh, let's do it!"
Oh, let's do it, spark the hemp
Breathe and Stop, a young

you for and true for me 
The truth you see ain't relative 
But tell me if you can relate 
I absolutely kill the beat then walk right into heavens gates

Gangsta

El Dogg

The Takeover

2002

40 Glock thrown-ass craze nigga
It's untouchable West/Side Mob niggaz
With the Relativez we got to get the best of them
Bend 'em over watch me fuck

and do your thang, just don't get caught
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the **** to walk
Let your money

telling it
Make the Earth shake like a whole box of gelatin (T Vinci)
No holes in my rap game, like J Cole
Stubborn man, tell 'em that I'm flying up like

Ching
When a op boy down
Turn into shaggy
It wasn't me
Then dance on a op like shiggy
Wrist stay flicky
When shit get iffy
Taken em on tour like tiki
PUH

Hit em broad day I don't need no mask
I heard your song but it was trash
That boy is going outside
I got his hoe and he mad
She fucked me good this shit

ain't the real you fuck yo image
Shit if it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's mine I can tell by the strength
I can tell this chick lying through her nose

door
Power outage from a storm, fam slept 'round me in scores
As a 10-year-old spore, christian hope turned to a horror
Gored by visions of the place I

Alien naw I'm animal hype beast
Spent a couple hunnid on the supreme nikes
Can't walk in em I could never let em crease
So we hitch hike across the galaxy

Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

I can wreck that hoe
It's Jay'Ton, in this bitch with that boy J-Mo

[T2]
I'm J'd up, you can tell by my clothes
I'm iced up, cause my whole body

great I am
Yea yea
Yea yea
Ok ok
Yes
Ok ok
Look
Aye
I said shout out my lil shorty
Cause I know she wan' be me or sum
I can tell by how she walk around me

If it was up to me
We’d fucking be
Coming for war
Hunting you cunts by the dozen
While you run for the door
Kill ‘em all, fuck ‘em
Leave the fucking