| You need to get ya weight up playa, it’s ridiculous at dis point
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| I mean, I can hear yo light ass chain rattlin when you come in d club
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| Nigga sound like Santa Claus, jus ching-a-ling-a-ling, ching-a-ling-a-ling
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| Ridin aroun town in dat light ass vehicle
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| Errtime yo cellphone ring yo CD playa stop
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| It’s a damn shame nigga, yo car ain’t big enough
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| Yo bank ain’t big enough, yo gun ain’t big enough an yo dank ain’t big enough
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| Get yo hate down an get yo mothafuckin weight up, niggaaaa!
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| What we ‘sposed to do ma nigga, what we ‘sposed to do? |
| Get ya weight up
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| (Look out pimp)
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| Took a little break in d action (action), now I rip back at em
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| In ma pomegranate hemi arti challenger smashin
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| Wid a bottle a richard hennessy cognac in ma fuckin lap
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| An a once a broccoli in ma draws on ma apple phone talkin smack
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| A nigga rick like dido slap so you know I had to beat d dack outta yo speakers
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| shakin like they on crack
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| Ma feet d same colour as ma pink Borrelli ties
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| Got a pocket full a bank an some Blossom cigarette lights
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| Put on ma sleeves an jacket an jeans an slacks (jeans an slacks)
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| Pullin on some greens in ma partna’s garage shootin craps
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| Bet a nine or five befo' I 7 eleven
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| Then I hit ma partna, whose side bettin ma nigga, lemme hit dat joint
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| Got siamese in da summer, an rallies in d winter
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| When it rains rubber bands full of hundreds an twenties an fifties,
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| no loose change
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| God’s gift to d gang, got everybody using E 40 slang
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| Regular household name, gimme d fetti an d fame
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| Couple cars, couple cribs (get ya weight up)
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| Few hands on ma zips (get ya weight up)
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| Flip one into two’s (get ya weight up)
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| Cashed out now flossin ma jewels
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| Pull a piskorz outta trees, ma ninjas ain’t ancient humble
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| See dem bushes right dere, yep dats where we had our bundle
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| Ain’t nobody poppin few, we do dis fo' bread an meat
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| Ma niggas thirsty out here beefin wit niggas cross d street
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| Four funerals this week, playin have no sleep
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| We were all supposed to meet, but niggas nowadays they cheap
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| Gotta stay wit yo heap, gotta stay wit yo squeeze
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| Ma name ain’t Tyler Perry but I pack pistols like Madea
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| Then they get egg on bread, but they ain’t put cheese on tha pizza
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| They on tha boy head, like some stripes on a zebra
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| With so many out here in d pain, don’t think that it’s cute
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| 40 you live in d burbs, playa how you stay in d loop
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| I done seen it an lived it an done it, niggas don’t want it
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| I keep it 100 not only dat but I’m from it
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| Some a you suckaz can’t tell a prune from a pulp
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| A crawfish from a prawn, a lake from a fuckin pond
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| Put it a yowder up in d pot, let it simmer an bathe
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| Put a little bit a water an arm an hammer to let it foam like aftershave
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| I like to serve ma work west so it weigh a hella lot more
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| You can smell d residue an d fumes from next door
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| When it comes to cookin I’m a pro, a chemist from head to toe
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| Everybody know where I’m from, the lighthouse
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| I don’t tell ma brawd too much cause you know dese brawds can get messy
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| They turn when they mad an call d law whenever they ready
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| Gotta be sharp like a machete, solid not bitch may
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| Saucy like spaghetti, one day ima get saved
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| Right now I’m havin fetti, tryna maintain ma title
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| On ma knees prayin every night, readin ma Bible
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| Lookin out fo' rivals, sleepin next to ma rifle
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| Olive oil on ma forehead for ma survival
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| Drinkin ma worries away in dis human zoo
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| Tryna bust up out dis cage ma ninja dats what it do
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| Get up yo ass an stop playin (get ya weight up)
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| Try to stack a hundred gran (get ya weight up)
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| Throw yo turf in d skye:] (get ya weight up)
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| Hustle now, playa rest when you die
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| Ugh!
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| Yea mayne, get ya mothafuckin weight up, junior!
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| (Get ya weight up nigga!)
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| Get up off yo mothafuckin ass, nigga start havin yaypron (ha!)
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| Get yo mothafuckin ass up an stop playin, put it all in d mothafuckin bank
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| Niggas always tryna blame summin on summin nigga (ha!)
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| Nigga I ain’t tryna blame shit on d white mayne
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| Nigga I ain’t tryna blame summin on dis bitch
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| Get ya mothafuckin weight up, get ya yaypron
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| Stop playin wit money, get yo chalupaz nigga, get yo yetti nigga
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| Get yo mothafuckin allowance bitch! |
| as a grown man
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| The fuck wrong wit you niggas, hoe, hooeee! |