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By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop) In a instant get smoked like
they slick Till you get your ass set up by a project, bitch It's hard to process quick, you could lose your life By a baby tiny loc, tryna prove they
troops And I bought that bag for my boo la la la la la Tell me why would I lie Tell me why she so fye Tell me why we so high First I grab that wheel Gas
Sent a telegram today Tomorrow you'll be on your way Could be Memphis or L.A. No questions just get out and play. Wake up call to catch
Oh Susan Being coy is a strategy best employed by virgins at their first dance For women of our age It's just annoying I know what you did It makes
know sings and does rock? Who you know bumps on the block? High got my eyes just like Brock F___ your chick in my Crocs Getting these checks from these
might feel you, Hud wanna kill you Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high And walk you in that wrong building Now you at the wrong place,
shoulders, I don't need no gun But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round The clown bound to dump, young chump You don't want
Punching em in the eye Yeah, I'm getting high If you ain't know homes then It might go down La Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho Realm FBI got files
La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby I want to be where
Look at everybody around me and I Don't envy you or me competition is high But I also can do that too Live every as if it was like it was your last you
my life huh, Every time I feel sad yeah I get high huh, Love ain't easy, L-O-V-E, Fight your fears as you load your gun, I'll make angels out
lookin' in, On top of da world, Space age pimpin', And living legends da motherfuckaz back, Guns cocked, and reloaded Hm, and dey ridin' high
the fight) (fuck all y'all) Young thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers (let 'em rumble) Y'all better feel this shit, don't make
Nah, you don't roll enough Louis duffel bag don't hold enough Drinking the brown liquor for both of us Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
You must believe it soldier You must believe in me now orders Cover got myself a gun You must obey now soldier You better put yourself in order Sober
Keep your voice down You should know by now That anything you say could set a fire to this town Now I'm folding like a deck of cards and damn
My stone wall it's on dog gaze duct taped to the ceiling Stucco cave make me illi okay okay feel me I'm in an eight high abandoned building No
gon' get it You know how I get when I hit it, I split it That N*****r's Crazy Huh? Talking to me? Niggas in L.A. they talk just like a bitch
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop) In a instant get smoked like
a clone Chattin' bout a nigga, if he know you wrong Nigga, I be makin' bread like I'm grown Close the back door, you get slimed by your own Close the back
be won By soldiers with bombs or with guns We only can win If we all stick together as one I know Things might seem As hard as they can be But
Warren G Sold it high but I bought it cheap Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week She hold my guns
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