| Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
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| want another peel naw nigga I’ma chill
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| gone off the X its the SP-Mex
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| just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
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| hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
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| I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
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| out to Hous-tone that’s my dam home
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| I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb
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| Man put em up man I can’t quit
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| I need a forty and a forty cigarette
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| down for my raza mira lo que pasa
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| when it get hot I’ma have to buy a raspa
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| maybe orchata check my palabras
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| I like girls with the real pretty patas
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| Ima throw vato back to chase gato
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| SPM mean South Park Mojado
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| 1 in a billion V-12 engine
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| in the same city with Destiny’s Children
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| I’m off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa
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| I be the shit, in spanish it’s the caca
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| I’ma take a picture of you’re but naked sister
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| and my killas got more pliers than wrencha
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| gangsta gangsta read all about it
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| 22 holes in ya' brand new outfit
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| feestyle flow is all I come with
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| I don’t give a fuck ya’ll stupid dumb bitch
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| in the land of g’s smoking QP’s
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| Smoke on kill I’ma smoke trees
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| man I get crunked do what with my thang
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| swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain
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| dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
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| I’ma get my gun I’ma shoot off your thumb
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| Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass
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| I’ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp
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| mothafucking berry with a lil cherry
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| my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very
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| so dam very mothafuckin scary
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| with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry
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| I’ma say hi to my favorite cities
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| I dont even care if they what little bitty
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| I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
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| whipping boys down with my microphone cord
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| swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
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| all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
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| straw to the nose curl up my toes
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| selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes
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| man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets
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| better tell ya boys to cool it
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| cause I grab it and I pull it man
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| As I look up at the sky
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| my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
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| my body temperature falls
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| I’m shakin can they break in
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| tryin to save a dog
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| Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip
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| but I talk shit in the syrup I’ma sip
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| peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
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| Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no pump
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| throwed from the junk
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| purple ice in my cup
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| man i gotta have it i ain lyin
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| i’m in love with the codeine on the martin luther king
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| left on crespont three week by sterling
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| make a hoe sing on my motha fuckin hook
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| pirates dat shook i sell dope on foot
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| momma understand i’m a hustlin man
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| rock the white sand
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| watch the white van
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| get the fuck out if you see em jump out
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| undercover cops got they eyes on the south
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| just bought a house
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| never took a louse
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| everything i got come from a quarter ounce
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| that what i started in the game with
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| niggas short stoppin at the body wood bridge
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| if they want bricks gotta come to the hill
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| takin no less then a ten dolla bill
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| you can have the three five seven dollar pieces
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| i’ma dress like a fiend in gold and no creases
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| i got ma gun
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| no time for fun
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| its saturday night slang til i see the sun
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| peace to hugh lun and the what the T-O
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| Cricket in the plug and my nigga Pancho
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| Ed Loco and my boy Jimmy Green
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| motha fuckin Kid and my brother Rodney
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| man can you see dont put it pass me
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| fuck the R.I.P.
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| i die for my G’s
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| in the orleans way back to sky plaza
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| Woodson N Worthin pobly cuz i’za
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| Hillwood Hustla
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| thats my damn click
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| but we sell bricks and we like to fight pigs
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| i just had puppies but somebody stole my dogs
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| i’m tellin you young niggas i dont call the law
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| when i fuckin catch ya
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| i’ma pistol whip ya
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| man betta ask yo olda brotha or ya sista
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| look what you done
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| i done fell off the subject
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| wo why the oh my bananna republic
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| man lets hoop at the cloverland park
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| bought my white tee from the super k-mart
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| on this dam mic i go so hard
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| fourty five hundred jolly rancher on my car
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| dam
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| As I look up at the sky
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| my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
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| my body temperature falls
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| I’m shakin can they break in
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| tryin to save a dog
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| time to reload
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| shots through yo' do'
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| i love fuckin action i can never say no
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| deuce double 0
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| duece til i go
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| i wanna act bad like i did once befo'
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| like toe to toe
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| any day low
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| but if it at n minute i’m strup at the show
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| pack mac-11
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| drink chronic seven
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| fuck it low g my last name is 187
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| shit is gettin hicted
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| thug aint convicted
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| they all want my dope cause my shit is so addictive
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| i’m down for my nina
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| my shit is pure skama
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| im ridin on my lowlow bangin screwed up santana
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| what ya’ll think
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| me and low g wasn’t ridin togetha no mo'
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| my boy workin on this shit gettin it right
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| comin out this year 2002
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| this is for all the mamies
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| fuck ya’ll if you cant make tamales
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| man this for all my niggas
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| i’m druk and i got the hiccups and it rhymed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Woodson n Worthin , by - SPM. Song from the album Reveille Park, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп