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get rep to it You get by on record but you wack on stage So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades [Parrish Smith] That's why we roll
it be like run your coat black Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack Where I'm from, nappy hair is life We be reading Marx where I'm from
And the homey Kurupt about to blow shit up So roll shit up, if you got a sack of that good Have you trippin' like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood We
streets and they'll always be Drive around to every school Another place to Blaze a J Kick the hacky sack to the floor Chimpy on that Sycamore Shout out
enough It ain't enough It ain't enough Feeling too good got me Smoking like it ain't enough I roll up a fat sack Yeah I need it by the pound like
is a train on high Tomorrow is monday She was walking kickin dust upon the road She was drownin weighed down by her load Pressin gravely carvin deep
the cake will do Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you Check it out I, opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter
I, opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen Expanded my
cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop When you see me wid the DPG Just walk on by, nigga, just walk
In the roll like two sacks Dub essential when my homey came up On the same drug for layin up they holla who that Double check, just a couple
feeling me why cause I'm getting dough Wax game dry lean back like the limbo Dub on cash app locked can't send mo Hit me for the cutie slide it thru
And i'm like peanut butter in a freezer, too cold The way you look at me you'd swear you were illiterate I get the dub like reggae and start jitterin When I
Tja, ich sag', die Geschichte geht „Es war einmal“ Klein Jan, Klein Dennis und ein Basketball Vierzehn Jahre alt und ein Haar am Sack Aber die
PK, yeah it's D-Day cll them bitcrush kids got my shit on replay "He say, she say" ain't got shit to relay Be the blaze that'll get the whole
hooka smokes She gives me headdaches man And when my sack gets low Sweet Mary swings on by Breaks me off something proper ?That bowl king sized swagger?
where they raise you up Tuck glocks shot's blaze you up Big shot niggas fade you up I'm in the cut where they fade you up 5-0-9, you can page me but
like Bruce, Lee get a victory Cats is sick like H-I-V if they feelin' weak We be Nikki Sacks, Jackie Frost, Scratchy Danny Terrio, Dutch Schultz,
on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk mufucker you better dub
and Baby S got it macked to the tee Just ride with me Battlecat in the back with a sack on D's (on D's) Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's) Dippin'
Black Caesar blaze a sack, gave em daps, hold on that Jesus We just in this rollercoaster, a soldier toaster Left the little locs a-dead on the sofa,
gon' put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs Givin'
gon' put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs Givin'
town better have some bud I graduated grads, got my diploma I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona But you ain't got no Cali Kush You're
loungin in the car with my homey He said he needed a dub so I slipped him one And said "c'mon Mary Jane and let's have a little fun" I got you in
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