| Next song is Macaframa
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| Yeah… for yall uneducated ass bitches (fuck you hoes)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, foever hatin on a nigga thats havin thangs
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| Nigga, these type of situations on lockdown, were da real love at?
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Ain’t no love for them hoes an I’m knowin
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| Bitches only jocking X-Raided cause I be flowin
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| Thats why Im showin 'em love and affection
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| In they silky sections my erections
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| Spitten milky secretions in they directions
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| When you in they presence, they say you king
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| But when you ain’t around they clown like you a peasant
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| Fuck givin the bitches presents
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| Diamond rings and things of that nature get you pussy fo sho
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| That ho’ll date ya and inflate your ego
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| But they got you hero zero fo show for all your actions
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| You went to jail wit no bail an now ain’t nothin cracking
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| Bet back when you was free you thought you had a solid female
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| But now you can’t even get a visit an' gotta beg for mail
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| Movin lika a snail when you tryin to get her to handle somethin
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| And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton |
| That good for nothin bitch is useless for a convict
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| I’m nuttin up on hoez, nigga fuck that cum shit
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| Her cousins on my nuts like a little squirrel
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| An I wouldve been to mack her if she wasn’t a little girl
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| But about two months from now that little girl gon turn 18
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| The number one draft pick on my home team
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| Im that gansta you answer to
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| When I say bitch jump then thats whatcha do
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| Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
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| Im workin macaframalama even if im in da slamma
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| It dont take much to keep yo man happy doing eight months
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| But it ain’t no contact visits so you can’t touch
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| An county time ain’t no joke
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| In Sacramento this shit will have you mental
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| Cause you can’t smoke
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| You be stressed out
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| Hopin that you get yo case
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| Three strikes tryin to wipe out my whole race
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| Now here comes yo wife since you done got your time
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| Saying that she can’t hang; |
| bitch is you out yo mind?
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| She got everything you own
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| Vehicle, clothes, even yo home
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| Not a penny on yo' books cause tha bitch is gone
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| They send you to the branch then from there |
| Out to Tracy
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| And one of the homies hooked you up with
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| This bitch Stacy
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| Shes white, overweight with bi-focals
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| But she’s sending letters wit money orders through the postal
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| You dedicated to love an married her quick to hit that ass
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| On the first conjugal visit she had you cummin hella fast
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| You lost your pretty bitch but you gained a ugly soldier
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| Move over bacon, its time fo Sizzlean to take over
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| Cause doing time, it’s all about support
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| An the bitch is to come an let you make her pussy for it, tell em short
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| Now this is fo the homies that got them Nike wearing hoes
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| Ponytails in they hair sportin other bitches clothes
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| Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like a Muppet the type that
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| Wakes up in the mornin' put on some sweats an be like fuck it
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| Nigga don’t lie, you know I just detailed yo baby’s mama
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| The type of bitch that’s even quicker than me to start some drama
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| Like a comma, puttin pauses in yo sentences
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| Y’all can’t even get along irreconcilable differences
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| That bitch is famous from so many nameless dicks |
| That penetrated and she’s gameless
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| That’s how you know shes never been with Raided
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| She’s aimless, where is you headed? |
| Bitch is you knowin?
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| Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when hes snorin
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| He needed to leave or get rid of her immediately at this moment
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| An shake her like Jordan does a basketball opponent
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| If you ever fall or take a loss
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| Nigga that bitch is gone that lil leech will find another nigga to lean on
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| She’s a forty ounce swigga, weed smoker
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| Needin to get that shit up
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| Her beer belly overlapping, needin to do some sit-ups
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| Shes lazy as can be and’ll never make no progress
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| So shake that ho that’s all I can suggest, nigga
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| X-raided locc
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| Dott Dogg:
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| Yeah, how do you bitches out there like that? |
| Funky ass hoez!
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| Good for nothin, runnin out on a motherfucker when times get hard
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| Punk ass bitch!
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| Yeah, Dott Dogg said that, sorry ass beatch!
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| To all you hoes that fit that description
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| [You know why? |
| Cause I’m workin macaframalama
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| Even if I’m in the slamma. |
| Beatch!]
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| I’m that gansta you answer to |
| When I say bitch jump then thats whatcha do
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| Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
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| Im workin macaframalama even if I’m in da slamma |