| I’m blowin dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo
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| I’m known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static
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| Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin'
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| Your stereo system drillinatics
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| When I’m open for the law Through it all,
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| we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall
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| With a stink cent, from chronic dogg
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| Through out my car, THC all through all my cigar
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| With a drink bent, about to vomit all over the yard
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| My loose spits freely roamin' the reservoir
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| My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars
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| My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits
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| We’re not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones
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| The wrong young guns to screw with
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| We assasins, from head to toe
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| Stay in tune with, ball with us, it’s Russian rulette
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| (Chorus)
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| (Bridge: Sleepy Brown)
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| Hey, the way I feel, I like smoking
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| Ah hurry up showty', roll the joint
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| Oh work it out little mama
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| Let me see your ass scrub the floor
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| And ohh lord, the straigh henessey hit me in the spot
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| And ohh lord, party like it’s the last day you got
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| (Chorus)
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| (Verse 2: Roscoe)
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| Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie
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| Dungeon Family, from ATL to LA all day and philly philly
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| See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas
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| Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south
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| Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo
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| Yeah, we rollin' Geo’s on the d-lo in g-mode
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| Now this is what sounds like, when the g’s cry
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| We ease up, speed by ya, and squeeze fire
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| I’m bicostal don, I’m off the wire, in all bulletproof attire
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| Until the day I retire,
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| Me and bro, we share two heeps and one vest
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| We keep em' underneath the seat,
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| So come test the young jack rabbit, with a bad habbit
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| The jab rabbit, rap addict
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| Ever since I first took a stab at it
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| Up in the lab slash attic
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| With the studio set up, and the walls padded
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| Yeah
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| (Chorus) — repeat 2X into fade |