| How my Nigga drink let me go thirsty
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| If I get signed the fiends are going cold turkey
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| One piece ain’t enough I need a hundred chains
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| They say nines turned holly wood his number changed
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| Ice city boys were the hardest team
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| I cop your whole crop I’m a farmers dream
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| The brick came three quaters short
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| I got 21 g’s in the pocket of my three quater shorts
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| I ain’t hiding I don’t need no tints
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| Snuff that little sparrow I ai’nt seen him since
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| Sick of fighting cases
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| Rather be living out in vegas
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| Crib with like 55 acres
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| If I ask your girl on a date she probably saying yes
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| So when I’m around, guard your queen like your playing chess
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| My jewellers saying
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| For a hundred g’s I have my whole body glowing like a super saiyan
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| Riding in my city
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| Top down listening to biggie on my radio (so all my weed heads)
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| Cause I got a bad bitch in the whip
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| Chains swinging from my neck
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| Looking like a disco
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| Feeling like we damn near made it I swear
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| Heading to the top we ain’t going no where (no where)
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| So to celebrate life just give me the light
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| We go blow a little smoke in the air
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| Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air
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| Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air
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| Oh come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air
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| Oh and I don’t give a fuck how I can get stay got yeah
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| Roll up in the place so we can get hot yeah
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| Blow a little smoke in the air
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| We got the strongest coca
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| Grease got the fiends dancing john trovolta
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| I floss on a bossy level
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| Got the tony the tiger watch its got a frosty bezzle
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| Driving in the whip with a super freak
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| Shout outs to the necks for all the food for cheap
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| And if I ever blow off rap
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| I will share but certain niggas won’t get jack
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| And since I been banned from the block
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| I got time on my hands like a clock
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| I can get the heads up get your yard robbed
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| Got a k and a 9 like a guard dog
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| I just let that food flip
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| Fats will rob you and walk past you the next day like 'he won’t do shit'
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| Riding in my city
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| Top down listening to biggie on my radio (so all my weed heads)
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| Cause I got a bad bitch in the whip
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| Chains swinging from my neck
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| Looking like a disco
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| Feeling like we damn near made it I swear
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| Heading to the top we ain’t going no where (no where)
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| So to celebrate life just give me the light
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| We go blow a little smoke in the air
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| Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air
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| Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air
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| Oh come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air
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| Oh and I don’t give a fuck how I can get stay got yeah
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| Roll up in the place so we can get hot yeah
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| Blow a little smoke in the air |