| The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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| The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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| The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
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| The dro, the 'purp, the 'r'nge (orange), get gush
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| The bad, no haps, no where to keep it hashed
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| A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this
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| If you wanna smoke with me, don’t bring no bullshit
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| The blue dumpin', white spinners
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| The green nickles, that red Superman
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| Them peach for the five, that white for less
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| Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks
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| The snow, the white in Miami get crunk
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| When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff
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| Give you one G of white
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| Give me two G of white
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| Give me three G of white
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| A eight ball for the night
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| When you wanna get cha lean on it’s nothing but that yellow
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| Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever
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| One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny
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| Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin
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| Like that
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| The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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| The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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| The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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| The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
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| I got the weed for the low
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| Them pills for the low
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| That blow for the low
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| Young nigga yeen know
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| When I ride I roll high
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| Man and I ain’t tellin' no lie
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| When that shit get in my brain
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| I grip the grain and fly by Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
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| Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine
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| Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean
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| Bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane
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| Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit
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| That shit that I gezzit you bitches can’t get
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| The Memphis, The A, the North, the South
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| Is on the grind, we will not quit
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| The under-underground rap smoke out full of green
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| Fuck what you heard bitch
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| Yeah I’m back up on the scene
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| If you wanna get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo
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| I be turnin niggas out watch how quick I turn you
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| Into a smoked out, loced out, freaky motherfucka
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| On that Ex’d out, passed out
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| While I put another on the
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| I been gettin in that work
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| I got pounds of that work
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| I’m a pimp bitch, fuck you
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| Pull up ya own skirt
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| We don’t give a fuck 26's on the truck
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| We gon' tear this bitch up I got Ex, I got weed
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| I got any thing you need
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| When you see me in the streets, just holla at me Bitch swollw at me This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P
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| See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze
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| I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze
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| I don’t fuck with the blow
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| See I fuck with some hoes
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| That be freaky grabbin' they on Ex outta control
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| I remember back in the day Regals, 8's & Vouges
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| When nigga was riddin the city reappin get to that door
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| Before the Feds hit the town &
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| Try to shut Atlanta down
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| Nigga was slangin' nickles & dimes
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| Quarter keys & pounds of |