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Let's get down, to the underground spiritual game
We all sing together, play music together in happiness
All you have to do is sing what I play
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
I get closer invited by your eyes
we cannot pretend to forget
forget our silent desire
the city is dreaming
my mind is spinning, baby
The moon is
like that (I fell in love)
I know your burden gets bad, you take and carry my bags
We cry together, hold you down the days you broken and sad
And I'ma
to perform it
Drink the Cristal at the same time
Get intoxicated till we lose are minds
The crowd separated as we start to shine
I lift you in the air your
to see them horsemen ride
So law and order stand aside
Oh this woman and gin, woman and gin
Go together like the devil and sin
Her legs are like wheat
can't promise you more than that
Might have fell
But I had to get up
Can't be falling forever
Had to protect my heart
No more feeling under the weather
And loving that's just something they need more of
If I'm as crazy as you
Lets get together and be crazy times two
Going round the bend down in Alturas
She
need is MD, or weed, or Henny, or Jim Beam, or Remy, or Seagram's Gin
Just to get underneath your skin, I would like you to meet my twin
Evil, I'm so
on me
Gin and juice
Gin and juice
We go together like gin and juice
Many options but you I choose
On the track watch me sneeze atchew
Kiss and tell
1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
All yeah, we doing it like that
We flip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
Hood on, shoot till they drop nigga
We'll be waiting for you
'round the corner nigga
Only 12 and a half and
Already ducking them jabs
Fighting back,
I'm gonna keep her safe and sound
Out in the Golden State, no one can bring us down
We don't need no sleepless nights, just some gin and some Jameson
Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm, I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked means you're better off
let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels
a bunch of questions
That we did not understand
Theres more to farmin cotton
Than just tendin to your seed
The ones who set the policy
Dont give
you want so I could get what I need
We could get hella freaky while we smoke some weed
We don't need champagne, fuck the gin and juice
These nigga's
Nobody knew where he came from
They only knew he came in
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one slug of gin
Well, I could
the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my struggles help build me, so endear eyes
Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever fill hearts...
With
old life, lil' nigga, ain't no more trapping
On to bigger things, even better
We could do it solo, or we could do it together
Like mouse nigga, we gin
you want so I could get what I need
We could get hella freaky while we smoke some weed
We don't need champagne, fuck the gin and juice
These nigga's
the pimps and players
You gon' feel me baby when I get there
I'ma give you what you want so I can get what I need
We can get hella freaky while we smoke
uh
Pretty much the rest of the time we here
My little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man
I promise
I got-I got-I got-I got so much
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