with one thing Now we are dealing with something else, oh Do you see my smoking guns? They're smoking from a shootin' Smokin' from shootin' Smokin' from shootin
dealing with one thing Now we are dealing with something else, oh Do you see my smoking guns? they're smoking from a shootin' smoking from shootin' smokin' from shootin
only leave to live the linguistic Full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk
pumpin' crills to get payed Alcohol in my glass blunt filled up with haze We congregated in front them grocery stores Sellin' crack held gats and conversate while we smoked
broad on a rag My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine Funkin' like its goin' out of
I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79 I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack I get
cash pumpin' crills to get payed Alcohol in my glass blunt filled up with haze We congregated infront them grocery stores Sellin' crack held gats and conversate while we smoked
a broad on a rag My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine Funkin' like its goin' out of
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!) Yay's still livin' the crime route Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out. {DAMN! } [explode] I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!) My
a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president
a scheme, i'm stainin' for my dividends And pay a livin', neh nigga, Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan You can catch my in that president
shine! (Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!) Yay's still livin' the crime route Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out. {DAMN! } [explode] I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!) My
sometimes you got my mind stressed out I'm in this with you baby and you got my body stretched out Mary Mary Mary Jane [Pharcyde] ("So put that in your pipe and smoke
I'm from the C [GREEN EYES] Now as I tight'n up my flags, my bhakis sag low Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104 'bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga
leave to live the linguistic full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on my funk and
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79 I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack I
to kill You rewindin, is it Rosco's rounds you feel? Your eyes blinded, not from the ice but the light from my steel Ya'll niggaz never seen real bread