| Raj Smoove, ooo boy
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| Raj Smoove the Greatest DJ in the world
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| I Wear a mean dark pair of shades
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| And you cant see my eyes unless my head is bent
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| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)
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| Some day I all the time and you know this
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| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)
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| Some day I all the time and you know this
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| Look straight out of the garage on a hog and you know i redo the insides like
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| the morgue (x3)
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| The coup blue like that dude on mars
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| Ridin with the bitch prettier than the da barge
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| Mommy want a soldier baby im a sarge if you cant have me but cant have a menarge
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| Now rub me wrong and fuck up my massage and these flowers for the dead better
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| get them a cizarge
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| Yea, head nigga enlarge and every thing i do i San Deigo charge
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| While you niggas just starve, im eating so much imma fuck around and barf
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| And red is the color of my scarf, and understand to a giant your a dwarf
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| My flows goin off, im so sick all i gotta do is cough
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| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)
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| Some day I all the time and you know this
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| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)
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| Some day I all the time and you know this
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| Bitch I come from the bottum of the map, New Orleans, Louisana we love to pack
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| gats, we love to count stacks, we love pump pack, love killin the track, Me,
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| Wayne, Roney, and Mack
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| This some Hollygrove shit here and imma bang it in your ear till you get it
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| clear
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| Ya heard that, thats my word and i meant that, dont tempt me i leave your bitch
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| up in your bentley, believe me
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| (Roney)
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| Its Roney nigga back in the game, straight off the block baggin the game
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| Now run till you heard me rappin wit Wayne, Run tell you heard me rappin insane
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| Yea, im off in this bitch, puffin dro guards in this bitch, im leanin in this
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| bitch, we got freaks in the bitch, and we deep in this bitch
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| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)
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| Some day I all the time and you know this
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| We stay high on that 5 0 4 shit (New Orleans)
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| Some day I all the time and you know this
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| I got a thing for them big trucks, big fine bitches with good jug and big butts
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| 5'4"mommies with nice head and fake tits
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| That dont get loose off goose and proly act up
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| 5'7"bitches with bow legs that take dick
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| All they really need is 2 pills and 6 blunts
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| Wake up in the morning, and count money, and make grits, she dont really know
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| no English so we dont say shit
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| Chea, Wayne said let it rain on em, mother nature with the paper doin the mack
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| maine on them
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| Yeah, like their one thousand like whoosh, like there go two thousand, BALLIN
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| Now shake that ass like you came, pay your cable bill and your tryin to watch
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| the saints on your sixty inch hitachi, livin like Liberachi, sportin the latest
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| versace, shotty and mazaradi, dodgin the paparazzi, A.C. Cole like the heart of
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| nazis, this years classic like old school herachees, you get your grill cooked
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| like it was hibachi, word the cousin rod need us |