| Hit him with the Bop Gun one mo’time
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| Gotta get another nine, even though I’m Color Blind
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| Originator from the one-two created
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| in the sixty-nine, so break off mine
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| I don’t believe in Santa, got a clip like a banana
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| And a deep-ass crew, so wave your white bandana
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| I went from 8 to Hennessy straight
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| on the rocks with the cherry floatin at the top
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| So tell your friends and your neighbors I kick the fla-zavor
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| The kind they don’t sell at Alpha Beta
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| Yup that, underground gangsta boogie wicked ass lyrics
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| Creepin through the wall like an evil bad spirit
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| They hunt a nigga down like a hound for the crack
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| But watch your mouth and what you say cause something’s wrong with this stezo
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| (Riiight) Girls shake like jelly when I jam
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| Kissin cluckers is for suckers and my name ain’t Willy Spam
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| So get the shit straight, you got the peoples mixed up I see
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| Tryin to be a O.G. |
| like me I never fell for the okie-doke
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| He gotta get broke off for the dope he smoke
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| Use a gun and go to jail, oh what the hell
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| Don’t ask who did the pig cause I ain’t gon’tell |
| One-time think they slick, that’s what they punk-ass get
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| for tryin to put me in a bag of Trix
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| Keep my eyes wide open, cause niggaz be smokin
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| ice, comin with them trick-ass dice
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| Don’t go to the sto', without my fo'-fo'
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| Stop and give a dime to the wino
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| I knew I shouldn’ta done it but too late cause I was blunted
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| Feelin fine off the cheap-ass wine
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| Look way up the street, there he go Black Superhero, rollin in his five-double-zero
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| Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
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| without one dime, just a nickel-plated pistol for the crime
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| Talkin about I’ll be back, don’t get cracked
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| Cause they gon’stretch yo’ass so far you gon’see stars
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| Don’t say I didn’t tell you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so So now you know
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| Stop doin low for these project hoes
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| Bitch leave me the hell alone, you’re burnin out my telephone chip
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| Stripped butt-naked from your hips
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| Never mind your blouse cause I’ma rock the house
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| On the edge of the bed, like I said
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| Put the head in your mouth until your ears turn red
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| That’s how it go twenty-fo'it's a mo' |
| You already know |