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Hamilton back in the past counting the cash, I love to reminisce
Balling in Stockton like Stockton stealing your dream life you getting assists
Balling like

all love at the end of the day
I just had to find that inner strength, I'm paving my way
I guess I had to get my hands dirty molding the clay
And then I

I ain't meet the plug but East J get the dough off
Felt like forever fucked around and almost dozed off
Hard earned money, yours gifted so yo dough

(3AM im in the booth)
(3AM im in the booth)
3AM I'm in the booth, I sit back relax and smoke away
I get better day by day, name start with a J, but

Push the Panic Button 
Underdog Story 
Road To Glory, Man You Have to Love It 
Circle Small, I'm Cautious
Boy Be Careful Who You Dappin Up With 

So Much

spun at all times

Sweet sticky substances, burning and bubbling, can't get enough of them, drinking them dry
Fighting and struggling, must be in love

[Intro]
clways in love and shit
With the same chick
That's where niggas get it wrong

[Verse 1]
Yo, dear Miss Lady
I've been thinking of you lately

smoking loud
What you 'bout
When I got it I'm smoking it by the pound
What you 'bout
Lights, camera, action on all of you niggas
Get money on back end

the ones I love the most just up and leave 
I tapped a shot glass with Victor Cruz them Vegas nights 
I gotta be in LA by like ten, so book the latest

walk around and say I don't care
And I get pissy, yeah man I'm pissed
J tryna' bring me church, but fam I ain't with it
Why don't you come studio?
I

""Hooray!""
Cuz PB and the J
Is how we're gonna play

Hey, Lucky, what's happenin' man?
I'm likin' what you’re biting man
I'm fascinated by your choice

go roof nigga you smoking
Everyday I'm paid get you gone go poof nigga
How you smoke 25 blunts that's boof nigga
I just scored 35 points I don't hoop

gon ride with us
The LC clique pimp game is too much
Everybody love me, I'm so fly
Everybody holla at me every time I drive by
I know you wonder why it

Bring It Out of Me

Pacewon

Won

2002

uh-huh
You know the smoke can bring it out of me

I'm the rap music Mozart, one who love cheeba
Bounce and buy quarter pounds like a drug dealer
Fly

the day 
Right Wit a J
Got the dutch master wit the white boy
We could play
Its don't mater
Roll it up fatter
Gotta Roll by the 2s don't u know better
Yea

the realest in the hood
And by the way, man, this is feel-good music
Mais pour un soir seulement, so you should feel good to it (I'm gone)

Barefoot on the gaz,

dese niggas is for 
Everybody 

Yea I no 

 I play to much 

But I don’t show no love 

Cause love can get u killed and these hoes Ain’t even strong

it ain’t bout money
Bitch get out my way
I just been trappin
I gotta get paid
24 hours I flip it same day
Customers love it
Real exotic flav
You can’t

and your feet
I'm so ahead of my peers
She won't get outta my ears
I'm broken you cannot repair this
We was broke now I'm in Monclair
Vision broke now I see

love
I Don't give a fuck cuz the World don't Dude
Voice Infinite if a bitch trick shoots
Question is who gone live, me or you?
Shit next day I'm looking

I'm addicted to money

(Hey)

I'm addicted to money

It''s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady

Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas

Trading ounces for some J's
I put dingle in the alphabet
Now dingle spells my name
Sending dingle into orbit
Now my dingles stuck in space
Dingle stays

stupider 

I ain't talking to no badge boy
Get a bag boy 
Probably creeping on your tabloid
You a sad boy
I ain't ever really had a choice
Never was a choice

neighbors love it all
And I'm catered by my landlord cuz she knows that she could get it
A homeless nigga saw me rapping, asked me "how you doin'?"