| «40-H2O, I got a few ends, can we do some kind of business mate?»
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| It depends on how much you wanna spend
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| And how much profit I’m gon' make
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| What’s the crazy? |
| Sellin half a kezy, right now they go for eight
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| But you know we in the middle of a drought playboy
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| So tomorrow might be too late
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| Prices keep on elevatin
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| Escalatin and fluctuatin like Oprah Winfrey’s weight
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| Hesitatin, eliminatin competitor’s competition out the gate
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| Peruvian flake, cotton candy yams and Highway 5
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| About an estimated four-and-a-half hour drive, LET ME GO
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| Na na, can’t do that, too dangerous, too young
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| Back off, it’s a commotion, might even swallow your tongue
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| HOW?!? |
| I’ll tell ya later, hop your ass in this Kezy
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| Where we headed? |
| Venice Beach
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| Gotta go pick up our greasy ex-po po martial arts expert
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| Money on grip and desperate, nuttin to be reckoned with
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| I tell you motherfuckers she’s a fool
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| Damn she sound like a fuckin nut
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| Let’s bust her potna and get the fuck
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| We smoke trees and slang ki’s, off the fuckin E’s
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| Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| (Look here)
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| We smoke trees and slang ki’s, off the fuckin E’s
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| Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| (Whatcha do?)
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| Doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| It ain’t gon' be no cakewalk, so whatever ya do don’t talk
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| Others been sufficed to triangular markers with numbers on em
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| And bodies outlined in chalk
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| Bodies outlined in chalk, triangular markers with numbers on em
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| And bodies outlined in chalk
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| Call them organs, call my lawyer while you’re at it
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| Tell my gal get that dope up out the attic
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| We ism, I caught the po-po tryin ta spoil it
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| Too much narcotics to be flushin down the toilet
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| These bitches talkin bout some shit I never knew about
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| Some shit I never heard, some shit that I could sue about
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| Knew I was in Pittsburgh promotin a charity concert wit my weep
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| And luckily a motherfucker like me
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| Had enough common sense to keep the receipt
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| 35th and room service
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| Buffalo wings and Bleu cheese dressing, Caesar salad
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| A glass of wine and lots of sexin, don’t you doubt it
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| 25 percent bookworm, 150 percent street smart
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| Makin business, accusations only reach a start
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| We smoke trees and slang ki’s, off the fuckin E’s
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| Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| (Watcha do?)
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| We smoke trees and slang ki’s, off the fuckin E’s
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| Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| (Uhh)
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| Doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| As soon as I could walk I’d cooked up bout half a meal ticket
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| At the age of 17 years old fuckin em up like that
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| Ovulatin in the kettle loft cos I kept watchin the game
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| I’d fall in the yard
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| Operation Desperation, go get your fetti
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| Daddy slingin niggas who off
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| In front of the liquor store tryin to get somebody
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| To buy me a bottle and a pack of Newports
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| So that a motherfucker can up-chuck on the teacher
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| When I get to school, restricted
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| So move up out of the classroom, better yet after school to diss this
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| Hella quick tip, wit extra manners, tie your ass up wit the phone cord
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| Duct tape your mouth, talk to your ass in Spanish
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| Describe me voice, like me no speak no English
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| Take me razorblade and get to choppin at your fingers
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| Straight killers new to my squadron
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| My deuce don’t even know that’s on my squadron’s back
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| Godzilla ballers, a juvenile with damn man respect
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| Craze up off the set, pistol whippin negroes wit my Tek
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| Nina millimetre heater, heavy metal wet
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| Crushin heads and snappin necks, causin nosebleeds
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| A 150 percent street nigga about dem dirty deeds
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| We smoke trees and slang ki’s, off the fuckin E’s
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| Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| (Whatcha do?)
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| We smoke trees and slang ki’s, off the fuckin E’s
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| Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
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| (Whatcha do?)
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| Doin a bunch of dirty deeds |