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I think in decibels
This is the desert and you're stupid wearing leather clothes
Don't get it twisted bitch, I'm good at evil shit
Walk up in a church

Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats
Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city, don't voice

I'm sitting up front
I can't quit laughing and steady blunt passing

Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
Do this so my mama never have

They'll pick you out the crowd, if the price is right Bob barker
How ya pockets look now, Iont care what ya money bought ya
I done grew up so fast, I have

Niggas onna bench with egos acting like starters... I beg ya pardon
Me and my niggas roll up some loud and think about life... we smoked the whole garden

I will pick it up and roll the dice
Maybe 1 or 2
A couple hundred times
I'm love enticed
I love her thighs
I watch her ass when she's not looking
Huh

come around with a blade for ya
God told me I'm made for ya, and you know my body, hold me down like Bob and Rowdy, I'm glad that you not a Thottie
I

freeze and my tongue ties and then I die on myself
An idol is flawless
But that's not me
I live life like it's lawless
Why you look up to me
Man you gotta

but we ain't fallin' in love

10pm, it's time for the party to begin
you know we late by fashion, that's the rapper life trend
straight to the bar,

’d been hoarding away
I gotta send more rolls of undeveloped film to San Clemente taken with this old Rolleicord
Many pictures of the moon and the fog

to the light
Tell the homies stay up plus I'm workin through the night
Gotta look out for the fam man we eatin alright
Ahh no famine bob my head twist marley we

spun, nothing set in stone
Stay serving y'all, career garcon
Winning rolls against rigged dice
What I deserve will not be postponed
Worst version of me

Big trumpet no flute
Christ walk can't lose 
Faith walk peace shoes
Born again made new
Praise God raise the roof
Carry the cross is what I do

Bob

glued
So I just can't be looking wack, I gotta pick up the slack, like that
No being rude, but I gotta keep it cool
But I be damned if I let another man

The blood scene followed by catch up
Peep the cinematography
A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it
Now who gone clean this mess up?
I'm from

follows me
Like the cracks on the roads
Where we going we don't need bones
Scrape scape skate straight down to nah
Straight up to

Trust man
Trust man
I got

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 4

the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up

Mr. Brown

Styles of Beyond

Megadef

name and playin' this in the Walkman

[Chorus]
Aiyo, crash the gates
Aiyo, pack the place up
Break stuff, takin' all the paper
I'mma stay laced up
Keep

like a stray dog Till I eat ryt, sleep tyt, ***k good live nice,roll the best pop bottles, no limit its like/ One ball better equals much more chedder If

like a stray dog Till I eat ryt, sleep tyt, ***k good live nice,roll the best pop bottles, no limit its like/ One ball better equals much more chedder If

got Fuck You money, I got cake bitch
Cake cake cake
Make you disappear
Burn you at the stake, witch!
Oh! You wanna roll up to the Hippo
P-P-P-Peppermint

Boys in the hood boys in the hood

Got two in the front as
I roll through the trap
Blunts rolling em up, shit pouring the Yak
I don't fuck with these

on stage yet/
Stay fresh, endorsed by We and Alpha Numeric/
if clothes are free then I'll fuckin' wear it/
Strangled the deputy when Bob shot the sheriff/

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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I