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Keep the funk banging through the 562
And the SGV through the 323
And I got to be set apart wherever I be
Black ice little tree hanging by my keys

It's K
Got a freaky little bitch and you that she suckin
I'ma pull up with guns and keep on bustin
I pull up to the block, you know that I'm stuntin

Lo Horsemen

Smoke DZA

Rugby Thompson

amount
Denim bought to you by Rachel and Ralph
Shit he be on it, bullshit don't wanna speak on it
Smellin' like that green bottle with the three on it

to nineteen five
I'm talking fish scale white for these green guys
A lot of niggas say they dope, but these niggas fake
And break it down, then compress it

never stay dirty
Why you mad cause your pockets stay hurting
You a goofy and you got no purpose,
Test me test me
If you wanna get check pieced
Little

on the weekends 
Cuz when I die I'll come back as a spirit
And fuck you while you're sleeping just cuz you don't believe in little green men
Doesn't mean I don't

to Lodi
And a little bit farther but I couldn't think of no rhymes
I'm channeling a spirit I ain't talking 'bout no showtime
In the zone I'm underground but

gon' see me a lot
That's my mystique, hustle all week
Don't worry 'bout me just know that I eat
Fuck on my queen, smoke on green, mean what I say and I

fools that I used to see.
No more clues that I had to deal with,
And good news:
I dropped an album that made me whole,
And it just was cool,
But little

I guess you could say
I got a way with words
If you want a verse you better pay me first
Cause I'm still a monster when I'm at my worst
And I know it

ain't money then what is we talking about
We fucking now she got to call out
Cant ball on no budget I ball out
Money counter jamming can't count it by

Get Money

8Ball

Montana Trax: The Boy Somethin' Great

2006

I got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't eightball at the mall with

make her mine, bitches lie, I can't get caught up
She just wants some weed and a little bit of coca
I got what you need, girl just bring that super

I don't buy Gucci no I shop at Target
Once you're rich yeah your heads a target
Yeah I gotta get this shit started
Little bitch want a new Ferrari

need it
Walking that life is appealing, but I don't really see it
I say what I say and I mean it
Got a little clique and a team full of leaders
Earphones

the day I first poured myself a full cup
Missing church Sunday mornings waking up still drunk
Prayers up to heaven have evolved into hiccups
Now I count my

of forsaken treasures, forbidden whispers, and 
Careless memories. I remembered that little girl, perhaps 
Twenty years ago, by the pink old building, far away

chest)
Cosmic dust is burning holes right through my vest
(Right through my vest)
I brought the energy and plenty weed
I'm healing me by being me
I'm

Crazy to think that twenty years with you is all I'd have
Time flew by fast, I'd rewind if I could
If I could look God in the face and ask him why then I

I guess today were stars in the sky no other life is 
Anywhere nearby wherever you wanna go
I can take you its a little way for me to say thank you

disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout

A youngin' like me tryna stack it up so my little kids can inherit it
But now i got my eyes on a wraith, step on the pedal and steer it
Im cruising by all them

know you’re singing with the angels, flying swift
I know you’re at a place where the grass is always green
Where sunrays touch your skin like a human

know you’re singing with the angels, flying swift
I know you’re at a place where the grass is always green
Where sunrays touch your skin like a human