| Be havin niggas stooled
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| See what the rhymes will do, fo soon
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| Gallons of 94 proof wit cha crew
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| I pacc low… too
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| That’s where the lyrics 'll keep you
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| Ya scrapin' wit cha dogs about hoes
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| And who want the tightest load
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| It’s like control
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| Me and my niggas got put on and stapped with a mac
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| And let the world know that
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| With that Bloccstyle tracc and that locced out rap
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| It ain’t no bitches around when i’m like blazin in the bacc
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| With my «kaks»
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| Stuffed with the world’s fattest dope sacc
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| I smoke that bomb in Juice’s Cadillac
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| I’m…a crazy ass, lazy ass nigga
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| Drinkin let these bitches move and bring the money through
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| And fucc Sicx, that nigga ain’t shit
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| See real niggas like Jerome from the Creek know it
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| If I ever see his ass split the mutha fuccas lip
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| Twist his mutha fuccin shit and take that bitch niggas grip
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| (Chorus: Mr. Doctor)
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| I met niggas like you and Foe
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| Know to act wild cuz you and I know
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| What really go (backround: Shanita)
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| The question is who bang like me O-E…Odysea
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| The truth is only Odysea
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| (Mr. Doctor) |
| Now what you know about this nigga
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| Me in the low with the homies with the chips nigga
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| C, Reg, and Foe
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| With a fly ass bitch nigga
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| Be in control with the plot to make my poccets bigger
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| Them real niggas
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| I set shit straight with a .38
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| At the gate, intensions to move weight
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| Without them niggas that’s fake
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| So one always hate the one nigga that ovewr weight
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| Like me and my nigga T.D. from the East, and Tyri
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| Who make beats like Griff
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| And who got chips
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| And who ride like Blacc Market
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| Me and X in the Lexus
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| And the bird, so nigga fucc what you heard
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| You get served like dope in the set by the curb
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| See none of ya’ll niggas wanna fucc with me
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| And aahhh, none of ya’ll niggas wanna get blazed like weed
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| Like a key, to get blazed by Odysea
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| And Blacc Market in the bacc of the same Lex with the beat nigga
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| (Mr. Doctor)
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| Like this, dog I’ll smoke out with you homie
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| Act like you know me and knocc bacc a 40
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| Tryin to get your shit right
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| Get your shit tight
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| So close to midnight and the way I excite
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| The way I recite gangsta lyrics and you hear it |
| I see you load on keys and I’m quicc to commandeer it
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| Like the term, to bust straps and drink Cogniac
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| To spit rhymes for Twamp till my nigga get bacc
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| I heard this tricc tried to scream my dogs name
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| So what you say?
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| Come around my way where mutha fuccas don’t play
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| The «Rose», where niggas loc and drink Bombay
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| And flip niggas domes like dope saccs every single day
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| It’s odd ya see, Odysea on top of shit
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| And I told your ass before about them lyrics worth a grip
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| Worth the chips, sideways like this nigga
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| I did a fuccin licc, had you spottin me his shit nigga
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| (Tre Eight: talking)
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| Yeah man this shit is rightious
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| That’s it for these wanna be G’s
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| Wanna be gangstas', wanna be thugs
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| Wanna be pimp playa punk ass underground rappin ass niggas
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| For ya’ll mutha fuccas
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| This is that real shit
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| Odysea shit you know what I’m sayin |