| uh niggah roll the weed up
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| kick ya feet up
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| turn the beat up
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| put ya heat up
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| blow your chopper
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| i won’t stop ya
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| it’s like a playboy that’s proper
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| pineapple crush i lust like gun thrust
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| tough as an elephant tusk that moves bus
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| hyena style when i laugh and foul
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| lyrics that ripple like the waves of the nile
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| p-nut butter breakdown jelly shakedown
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| freeway fury when a tigah gotta make rounds
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| my kenneth cole leather boots stay so polished
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| i keep money trick even tho i didn’t go to college
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| fillmoe gave me straight knowledge
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| so when i spit these raps
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| man i drop em like hydraulics
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| but keep it on the down-low
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| bustin like a full pound hoe
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| nba live certified niggah kickin it live
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| like 2 bullets that race thru the sky
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| show me a hole i’ma run right thru it
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| er camble, i ramble and gamble and scramble
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| the whole architect of this beat
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| check this out u little ol freak
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| when i was 12
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| i was told by the big homie either you gone' mac
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| or you gonna be a macaroni
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| never fuck around on the field
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| less u gone be on the field
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| doin it for real
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| last year was a real hot summer
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| i had three warrants
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| so they sent 2 bounty hunters
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| sweatin like a gun runner
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| the gift i spit i bring sight like it’s DU under
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| i don’t give money to chickens
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| so freak stop trippin
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| when you see me politician
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| like nixon
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| on suspension
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| or probation
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| investigation, word
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| whether it’s yo jiff or skippy’s
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| p-nut butter bullets if u come and get me
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| freak ur choosin ok i like that
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| now get a kodiak and freak come right back
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| nickatina rappin at a 100 degrees
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| that’s money women and a gang of weed… E |