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me)

Verse 1: (ChiBlizz)
I done seen it all is a understatement you kno I love me a fancy freak. 
The baddest walk I watch her vogue out at L.c. Fashion

a sixteen
Bankroll I keep, I could buy Jordan's six rings and AP's
And by the way I hope you know it ain't peace
It's war nigga
Pulling if I see you at my

week
Don't get burn by da flame frm dis heat
I be up every time dat u slp
Thinking pack ima nerd ima geek
Stay solid tru words from da G
I really bossD

(Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Yeah, okay, Danny (Damn, JakeSand)
Yeah

I'm finna bite down
I can show you who the alpha dog yeah, bitch
I'm finna

Riding round with my niggas who down to cut up a meal
So we out of town with the business
Hiding out in the villas
Climbing hours of mission we wilding out

Late at Night

Afroman

Afroholic...The Even Better Times [Advance]

2004

Still on a mission tryna get laid
The more you drink the better I sound
Go to the bar buy another round

I'ma get rich, I'ma have to buy the block
I'm off the Wockhardt
I don't even wanna walk
And they chipped the homie
I don't even wanna talk
If you cross

A feeling of boss a side of terror
Who you know moving round doing whatever
Up in the field protected by leather
Im telling my partners to get it together

I know you're green of me
Sitting back and taking in the scenery

I got nothing to fear
'Cause I'm the only icon up in here
I'm top tier
My girl eat

girl
Ain't even say shit
I Leveled up Now they all down
You staring at me yo you look like a clown
Got so much money up in my account
The bank had

once she gave me all the biscuits
Gross!
Told you Im the black sheep of the black sheep
Moving round you squares like the checkers on a taxi
Heart

deadbeat ain’t picking up, she said fuck it i buy my own shoes , ok she went n saxed out, lil shirts wit the tats out, nigga trying blow her back out she

now
Riding fifty racks in the royce truck
Buy a bunch fifty rounds whole sale oh well
How many scars you got several
How many guns I can't remember
Come

smoke cigarettes, but buy cigars by the box
And if you make the wrong move, your ass might get shot
Cause Harley's and whiskey, that's all I need
Give me

cut like that, no you don’t got the heart to do it (Heart to do it)
Run down on me, i’ma spark and shoot it
(Bah) Brrtt, now your eulogys is what your

he love uck, man'a want up Tuschee
Did you hear these verses lock arff this beat?
If you don't, man might haffi pop arff the street

Tryna get

with germs gets killed and murderer first
Then their open corpse gets stored and frozen in the morgue
Sit down and shut up
You snitch rat who picks scabs

the pound
Smoking woods back to back like Some fuckin rounds
Don't want a verse cuz i ain't really Fucking with ya sounds
If you don't see my vision bitch

at my hands, since 15 I been killin' rappers
Grew up in L.c., my California Chapter
Raised by a single mom, in many ways she saved my life
I woulda died

Basically face it
I only race against myself
Chase it, and chase it, you’re only fuckin' up your health
Taste it, embrace it, you’ve always been so complacent

right round
Then you start bringing up other shit, start calling me by my government
Somehow you're right and I'm wrong and emotions are running in
If

Ban Drill

Krept & Konan

Ban Drill

you a picture so you dummies understand

Hi my name is Jaden, everybody calls me Jay
I'm fifteen I'm from a poor block 'round the way
My mum tries

[Verse 1]
Feeling empty now & then 
No one else to call a friend 
Dying just to see the end 
Let’s all try to play pretend 
Writing down some empty

been? Has it been fun on the road?"
"Can I buy you a beer? Betchu been mackin hella hoes!"
I been lovin life up on the road
And like a pirate on the ocean