| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| Riding on the freeway, rolling in that six-deuce
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| On some Bombbay, yeah, we drink that shit, too
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| Yes, we got that wolf pack, backwoods, with the best weed in it
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| Ain’t no seeds in it, ain’t no bean in it
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| Everytime I roll through
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| You know what I go to
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| Sitting on my Six Deuce
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| Yeah that shit’s the pimp juice
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| Twizzy on his shit too
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| Everytime I’m up I throw some cheese in it, breathe in it, make sure ain’t no
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| seeds in it
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| We roll it up, light it, fold it up and you can get it
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| Man that weapon looking perfect, but the niggas inside are lifted yeah
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| Where the players are real niggas for assistance
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| Introduce you to my new flow, weed’s back?
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| Riding on the freeway, rolling in that six-deuce
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| On some Bombbay, yeah, we drink that shit, too
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| Yes, we got that wolf pack, backwoods, with the best weed in it
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| Ain’t no seeds in it, ain’t no bean in it
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| Keep on walking and talking and I’m hawking angels in the dark
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| Wake up, without a spark, spark up, the fire starts to crackle?
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| Attack of the track like blah
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| Spack of the slack to the back of the studio?
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| Now give me a stack for Eric, Stack stacking vocals exactly
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| Move to the rap game, rapping
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| I’m Eazy’s rabbit but it passed me
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| Tortuous ways of extortion and that piece
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| I’m beasting? |
| for ever more I’m on my Cheech
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| I’m beasting on the floor, keep a cypher on my streets
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| My niggas love to pour, out they soul and they my peeps
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| For keeping me informed, on my publishing, so sweet
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| I couldn’t get it more, It’s how everyone else thinks
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| I could’ve hated more, your so bad I just not chic
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| I couldn’t m? |
| ore, okay trigger please don’t speak
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| Little baby it’s all good, you can walk up on anything
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| Cause we gon' keep it hood, To the one that’s on everything bang, bang, bang
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| Riding on the freeway, rolling in that six-deuce
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| On some Bombbay, yeah, we drink that shit, too
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| Yes, we got that wolf pack, backwoods, with the best weed in it
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| Ain’t no seeds in it, ain’t no bean in it
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| I’m the pride of your granny Pearl
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| I reside and a fan of Earl the symmetry of my world and my life is constantly
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| twirling
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| High enough to be social, zone out wit' a glass of Bourbon
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| I’m pearling, swerving on the freeway, purposely, close curtain
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| Most certainly, keep the purple, and liquor when I’m hurting
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| Get money my nigga let’s get it, don’t drop it?
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| Bling bling nigga?
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| Ding ding in the ring it’s crazy
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| Seen things that’ll make you hate me
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| Get money get money have babies
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| And I have a few Redbulls when I get too faded
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| And I’m on my 1's and 2's when I get too jaded
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| And if you knew dude just waiting having fun
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| Have enough 'fore we blow out
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| Get you dumb
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| Make you really wanna go and just
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| Smoke someone, choke someone, poke someone
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| Some of us get a bottle, drink and throw up some
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| You don’t know your problems 'til you chalk it up and grow up some
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| Hold up son, slow your roll and blow it up
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| You should show us some
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| In the mean time I be folding something
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do
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| Riding on the freeway, rolling in that six-deuce
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| On some Bombbay, yeah, we drink that shit, too
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| Yes, we got that wolf pack, backwoods, with the best weed in it
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| Ain’t no seeds in it, ain’t no bean in it
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| Walk this way, talk this way
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| Ain’t nothing for my crew that I won’t do |