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pulled up in foreigns
You ain’t catching us snoring 
You ain’t catching us lacking

I ride with that stick by my hip
That shit inside of my hand where I

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed

'Cause', you know me, givin' me left hand dap
P

You talking hot
BEEF
You O.P.P
Then i flock
HEAT
Nigga we not
SWEET
Demons on go
In these dark
STREETS
ZOETIFIED
Gots to eat
You in the way
We aint

I live in Bloemfontein
It's not a hood to claim
I grew up on Disney Classic games
That's why I duck they tales
No more access y'all erased
By time I

g
It's mr drink liquor
Until I feel sicker
More nuts than a snicker
Touch my dog I'm John wicker
Pagans love to bicker
Till I stand up that's

bitch take me to the beach ( that WcP )
Brought a washer and dryer this week 
got her shooting ever where . fucking up my sheet ( that WcP ) 
whole head

Outro

Saigon

Welcome to Saigon: A Gangsta Grillz Extra

2008

gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's

dangerous
It's just like, I don't know
And the difference is, you be asking, I be taking
Lately my life been a shit show, spazz out, I don't got no patience

Everyday I get high, it just help me get by
I can't slip up, I cant trip I'm way too fly
Roll that joint up, roll them thoinks up
Roll that joint up

of yall gone leave with me
I can't keep you round no, I know that you for the streets
I'm with gang, so bring ya girls, you know we flip em by the 3
Lil hoe

know the game john madden
Deadly wit his aim talkin killers wit a passion
Lil broski got sum balls
Nuts hangin on dat glizzy
Mos glock 41 this bitch gon

and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military

My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress

certain, keep jerkin', I ain't done with you
Lights, cameras, curtains
In a second the show begins
Invite your family and friends
They gotta see this

stand up for yo own, then nigga take a seat
Got a bitch for every letter, that's from A to Z
I need two up on my wrist nigga, A and P
Them minor setbacks,

Now I'm gettin' rich off his sip
Pick up my boys on the block and it's on
Slangin' dope by the drug-free zone
Straight gangsta mack
Keyes over keyes

the truth
Pray they wont kill me I feel like Dr. Sebi
They proclaim to be demons,

I'm something like a reverend
I'm Grabbin A Gun like Lil Kee
Open up

by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I'm so

and rips up sacks
Put the show in biz, try to give what you get
When you let him run free with the thought
Pull the line in, try to see what you caught
I

Smiling through the memories
Of all the shit that
Tried to take me down
Ego took some big hits
But I rose up
Chose to grow up
Yeah I'm
Better
Yeah

chickenhead catch
wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P the Mic Doc (c`mon) the micraphone`s my only
friend, can`t

Melissa's got another melody
It's stuck in her head and she's singing it sweet
It's a song she first heard long ago
Sang to her by somebody that she

(JT on the track again)
(Ayy, run that shit up, Chase)
Hey

I can flood the county, but I prolly need a new accountant (uh-huh)
Money by

Lay Low

Snoop Dogg

Rap Rules [DVD]

2002

who be talkin loud and holdin his dick
Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she sick, she

on a great big show.
And when you get sick, 
You call up Dr. Nick

Elvis, if you're coming back
You've gotta do it right.
No Vegas, no movies,
Just leather,