| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
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| I put her on the road with the work
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| Told her: «hold that first, I’m gon' cash out, get mo'»
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| Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida'
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| If a nigga want funk, throw him in the trunk
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| Burn him up, pass my lighter
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| Smokin' on killa, straight casualties
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| In your weed like Mickey and Mallory
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| A pimp nigga, bitch nigga, yeah, I gotta be
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| A broke bitch fuck with my allergies
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| (Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you
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| These niggas and these hoes can’t stress you
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| A sack of the good, rollin' the wood, ain’t no pressure
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| I got money on my mind, dopeheads on my line
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| Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time
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| 'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint
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| Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets
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| You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be
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| His cup full of pink, mines full of brown
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| And you know that’s us coming down the block when you hear that sound
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| Right now I’m smoking with Gibbs but girl I’m thinking 'bout you
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| Then I smoke some more with Problem too
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| And when we done smoking, I’m tryna get to you, baby, baby
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Half a zip of that cali-flower
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| Every time I write rhymes in first class
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| New Rollie on, that’s how I define high times
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| Long way from them drive-bys
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| Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers
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| Bougie party need a fifty plus
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| I’m bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers
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| R-N-S, I love niggas, almost more than I love weed
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| Body shots, I see bloods bleed
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| Once you return to hood they say «blood leave»
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| That’s how they show me they love me
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| I thank 'em now that I smash off
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| Drop some bread in my cash vault
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| Then hit the block and drop a half off
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| Smoke with me, roll it up
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| Money stacks getting Kobe tall
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| My young ridder hit his first lick
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| We celebrate even though they roll
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| Dream drag keepin' me calm
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| Stay focused on what I need to do
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| I’m the one, there’s no need for two
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| I bleed the block, it bleed the truth
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin'
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| Smokin' and ridin' |