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Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?

Yo

bang the shots rang in
Running through the jungle
Don't know where we've been
Left their old shells by the smoldering fire
You could smell the whiskey

yea I heard that
You deserve that swerve that 'lac
Make it bang, let it go, bring that back
I blew they brain, nephew yea do that thang

Living life in

from everything that's great - that's right
We're out of sight, we're in a steep decline
But we'll have another shot, and another shot, and another shot

I don’t understand
How she get attractive when she with another man
How I get distracted when she with another hand
I be liking all her pictures that

the time and
She give me deep throat while I'm driving
She wetter than a boat got me divin
I'm from the west coast shot's firing
Nobody isn't safe you hear

by witless unmasked thugs
We're done with 2020, and with 21
Gimme a shot, gimme a shot
Open up the world again
Gimme a shot, gimme a shot, why don't

a knife fight bitch couldn't cut it
Young fresh nigga, I'm grey pouponin'
Why so sick by the time, might vomit
If I ain't the fliest then
I ain't far from

Pour me a drink yeah I want another shot
Bartender line 'em up whiskey on the rocks
I've been doing fine since you broke up with me
Bartender can I

Everywhere I Go

Snoop Dogg

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere

for the niggas that say they finna attack me (ayy, make this left shawty)
Turn the music down low and let the 'Lac creep (come on)
Fuck the police, I

Bounce

Twista

The Piece Maker, Vol. 3: Return of the 50 MCs

2013

'Bout to pack a bowl but we ain't tryna bake a casserole
Looking at the globe from up high, shots fired
Like Kennedy was riding by the Grassy Knoll
I

Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in

bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up!
Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up
Don't pull your

Wounded

Honeymoon Suite

The Big Prize

1986

Love's made another change
But you'll never know 'cause love is believing
And you've thrown faith away

Wounded, shot through the heart
And it just

Take a shot and let's not even bother throwing up
Cause by the time you finish we'll be in another spot
And just fucking it up (Yea, yea)
Text me all

Black Tee

Bun B

Trap House

2005

house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,

Yeah
Yeah
We got another one
Yeah
I'll be on my way
Riding smoother than a Rafe
Getting higher than a scrap
Trying to eat Conjuring up another plate

Pour another bottle baby
Pour another shot
Ain't worried bout tomorrow 
Cause tonight is all We got 
So go and Pour another bottle babe
Pour another

City Under Siege

Scarface

My Homies

1998

already
Dey can suck my balls, average nigga have no luck at all
But because I be in my 'Lac chillin
They stereotype me, thinkin I'm into crack sellin

Man

Rockout rex

Yeah
We'll take the racks
Tie him up stuff him inna lac
Smoke backwood too fat
Encore we tippin ya hat
Shows over closed his curtain
Popped

wonder who dat
Til u caught wit a slug thru ya front outcha back
Me and big LAC couple shots
A Houdini act
Deuces, gne, like where they at

I got

Another Body Votti 
2:22 on 22 percent 

She like Hennessy margaritas with the lime cuz she a diva
Our possibilities end in a carousel 
My heart

my dick nigga!
Befo' you have to deal
Wit my motherfuckin trigger
I don't figure that it's worth all that, G
Gettin yo' ass shot
Cause ya bitch gave me