| It’s in the middle of the night of writing pages of this fool shit
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| I dreaming I got a mansion up in my pool lit
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| Drunk, which I’m cool wit
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| Bitches and techs on the deck
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| Hoes serving up champaigne not because of this game
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| Because I’m signin' their checks
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| We gettin' service underwater fag
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| Workers runnin' in-and-out
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| Buildin' up their clout, and I’m frontin' quarter slabs
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| Drop Jags in the driveway on hundred spokes
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| The workers like to floss me in front of hoes but they don’t really though
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| Folks (?) at the front door wit uzis
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| Haters and coochies
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| Out to protect the flake and loochie
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| Fools be trippin' to see me climbin' up
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| Yeah nigga, clean as a bitch if you ain’t trippin' about no dime and dust
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| Findin' us ain’t hard, we ain’t never ran
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| Niggas gotta betta plan
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| Help that thang ain’t bust fo the cheddar man
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| Who’s got the betta hand, I do so I’m pullin' the trigga
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| My mouth is big, but my nuts are bigga
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| *in the background of chorus
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| You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| Niggas walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| You can have it if you don’t, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| It’s in the middle of the day
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| I’m gettin' drunk playin' the Play Station
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| Look at the time a playa’s wastin'
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| Knowin' I need to be out paper chasin'
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| Wastin' time while my niggas do it
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| Caught up by the feds
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| But in my head I break 'em out, and it ain’t shit to it
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| Call up the real niggas that’ll hit the prisions and buck it up
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| Don’t even attempt to tell the fake, cuz they’ll just straight fuck it up
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| Straight through the front do' wit techs
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| Bringin' hella cops
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| Get back to mailin' rocks
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| And take us to his cellblock
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| We’ll leave the warden in the dorm as a sittin' duck
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| So if the gay wanna go astray, then let them fags fuck
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| Me and my whodi often outtie up in a Lexus Coupe
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| Throwin' blows at eachother to grab a tech to see who’s next to shoot
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| Floot the gas and lit the ass up on the tower guard
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| Drove the coupe thru the fence and got the paint scared
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| But hard-time we just ain’t havin'
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| Me and my niggas is coast-to-coast
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| For proposin' a toast, buckin' it back back
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| *in the background of chorus
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| You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| Niggas walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| You can have it if you don’t, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| It’s bright and early in the mornin'
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| I’m sittin' down eatin' bacon and eggs
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| Thinkin' about fakin' the feds
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| Openin' up shop nigga, makin' the bread
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| Some like a top shop
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| Wit a drop-top and the whole bit
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| Imagine a broke nigga strugglin' wit some bawla shit
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| Now all them hoes that wouldn’t give action and holdin' your jock tight
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| Just grip the switch and drop the ass at the stoplight
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| Just smash off on 'em, let 'em see you dip the corner
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| That’ll tell that bitch you don' got rich and you don’t really want 'em
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| Now I was payin' attention
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| And eyes was squinchin' from the gold spokes
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| Not even the mention
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| Of the third demension, charmin' and gold to roll
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| See folks look, we don' came up but on the downlow
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| Somebodies accuse of clowin' hoes, fuck it «Blame Us!»
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| Cuz we don' been there and done that
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| Got gin, squares, and 1 strap
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| Shakin' the pussy till they come back
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| Like llello, hey hoe, you know the routine
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| Drop them draws, so all my folks can scoupe this dream… bitch
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| *in the background of chorus
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| You can high flyyyyy, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| You wanna another high, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| Niggas walk the way you walk, when you ghetto dreamin'
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| You can have it if you don’t, when you ghetto dreamin' |