| Yeah, you got Frayser Boy up in this thang
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| With the King of Memphis, and my dog the Juice Man
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| And I got something for my niggas flickin on them 20's
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| 21's, 2's, 3's, 4's and even got something for my limited edition niggas
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| On them 25's, keep that chrome flickin' baby
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin
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| A Nigga flickin, I’m so tickin, when I mob down your street
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| Ain’t no forgettin, no bullshittin, on my lap is that heat
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| I’m in the Bay, that gun don’t play, sittin on some Giovanni’s
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| I’m flickin by, I’m sittin up high, I’m also gettin money
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| See my reflection, shit gets hectic when I beat my junt up
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| Drinking Corona, with aroma, when I rose that blunt up
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| So don’t you try because you high, flickin down on my little dog
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| I cut the real, you know the deal, I hit the gas and ball off, Boy
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| My rims are big, my tires are thin, when I be on the sizzle
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| See something thick, wit a whick you know it’s DJ Pizzle
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| I’m on the slab, like jumpin ground, I’m bout to grab a pissle
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| Ridin Pirelli’s, wit big bellies, thats how HCP do
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| Our money’s long, your money’s gone, you spent it all on that ho
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| And sold your rims at the GM because you went love wit blow
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| We ridin past ya, hollerin at ya, we on 24's
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| Stuff on clean, real mean, blowin ounce of green you know
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Got that pistol in my lap for my foes, you know I’m flickin
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| Yeah, Yeah, right here we gon burn some motherfuckin rubber
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| In your motherfuckin hoes face, like thiss
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| Around the world niggas know that HCP on
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| We see each other when we talk on our car phones
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| We smokin Bin Laden and ridin on something chrome
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| Them U’s in our lap, never leavin’em at home
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| A blue Bonneville the tires are Scorpions
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| My rims mid-twenties some days are full grown
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| We Platnium on our plaques, are necks, and our arms
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| And we never switchin jewelry, or take clothes, we got our own
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| When you see me flickin by, I got you boys hot
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| Hit the D&D and flick on the lot
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| Sittin on some twenty-twos, and blowin up the spot
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| And haters don’t you plot, and get yo ass shot
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| Because a nigga claim, its gon attract cops
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| Hate to see a nigga thats young and on top
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| The tone is in my lap and you know its on cock
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| Eyes poppin out yo head whenever a nigga stop
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Got that pistol in my lap for my foes, you know I’m flickin
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| North, Evergreen, Evergreen, in this bitch my nig, it go like this
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| PIMP Juicy the Fuckin J
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| The only nigga in Memphis that mix Vodka wit Moet
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| I’m still up on the scene, I’m ridin clean in a Benz’ay
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| I tell a stuck up Bitch to suck my Dick she say, Okay
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| So hit yo boy, off on the horn because we got the
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| Fresh from Columbia funds, we niggas keep keys
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| Peace to Project Pat in the pen, them boys a Tall Trees
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| And 201, until yall get out, we gon keep flickin these
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| Niggas hollerin no way, sittin on some ho-days
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| Twenty-fo's on you hoes, flickin when I roll way
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| Hit the Bay, don’t play, head down a boulevard
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| Lookin like some chrome ceilin fans, ima pull a card
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| Bout to have a heart attack when a nigga flick by
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| Rims they so fuckin big make a nigga sit high
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| Watchin for the Po Po’s you know they be fuckin wit me
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| Hollerin at a stout little something, waitin on her to hit me
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| Dont forget me
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Everytime I bust on the slab, I’m gon' be flickin
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| When you see me rollin some chrome, you know I’m flickin
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| Dropped low on 24's you know I’m flickin
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| When you see me hollerin at hoes, you know I’m flickin
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| Got that pistol in my lap for my foes, you know I’m flickin |