| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro
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| And drinking this Henney straight
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| I came from the bottom of the barrel, to everyday new apparel
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| From a shoe string budget to more jewelry than a pharaoh
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| Up out a place called Vallejo, house smaller than a hut
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| First city in California to go bankrupt
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| Came a long way, let the truth be told
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| Penitentiary chances sweating over the stove
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| Seen them come and go, I’m the last of my crop
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| Don’t compare me to nobody unless you’re talking bout Pac
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| Just trying to survive and stay alive, so many of my people done died
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| Nowadays, you’re an O.G. |
| if you live to be 25
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| My partner in there with his grand-daddy doing 25
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| Lifting water bags, doing burpees exercise
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| I hand pick my friends cause people ain’t trustable
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| Feelings like broads, their motives is questionable
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| Suckers sneak diss me and call me up on the phone
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| They say, «40 Water, I just wanna be on»
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| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro
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| And drinking this Henney straight
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| They say money makes the world go round
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| And since I’m worth twenty mil, I wanna see this bitch spin like the rims on a
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| schwinn
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| Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood
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| Compton on smash, them boys get Cash Money like Baby do
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| I got a scar over my heart, cause that’s what hating’ll do
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| So watch your back like a tattoo artist
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| A coffin don’t fuck about who the hardest
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| You lay where the people who mourn pray
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| Get your name etched in stones with your born day
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| Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier
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| As I sip from the glass, my mind starts packing this Louis Vuitton bag
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| Take a trip to the past, hear that shot going blast
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| See my brother lying dormant, IV’s in his arms
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| Can’t you see he got a piss bag
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| 17 years old, and you niggas wonder why I’m so cold
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| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro
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| And drinking this Henney straight
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| Let me get a fifth of some brandy, a plate of some candy
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| Cindy, Sandy, Mindy Mandy
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| Tina, Brandy, Keisha, Angie
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| Man we, can’t we all get along
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| Two shots of Patron, I did it till the break of dawn
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| Big fish in a pond, running my triathlon
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| Doggy Dogg keep the bone
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| One of a kind, blow you mind
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| Just like Einstein, born to shine
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| I’m getting mine prime time like 21
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| Get 'er done, everything in my life, I make it look like fun
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| Everyday of my life, I’m trying get my buzz on
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| Cuz on some other shit, I’m keeping it on the under bitch
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| So much pain I overcame, same thang
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| Me, E-40, and Game came from the same gang
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| But you wouldn’t understand
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| I’m populating with my???'s translation
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| That’s my main man, let me hit that damn thang
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| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more
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| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro
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| And drinking this Henney straight
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| Trying not to feel this pain no more |