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I got all my motherfucking niggas in here. Yeah, we be getting this motherfucker rocking town Down Tonight. All the time, man. I my nigga T-Top in here. I got my nigga Top in here. Got my partner T-Dog, Dog in this motherfucker. His dog floor, man. My in this Last century Know it, fuck it It's Funky Know it, fuck it It's true I don't Play Know fuck Doctor say Know fuck it Everything is funky Know it, fuck it That shit is funky Know, know it, fuck it G Tony Montana, I keep stamina, jealous hoes So I take a Scoop of snow, snow then press it on your Soul Yak sack, pack, bag is fat, To be exact Hella killer, spooky, Kooky, lopen, have you heard of that? To my brain, barely sane, came for the game Want hoodoo niggas in my head, Ain't damn Vision of a murder, Niggas, have you heard of The niggas that trust In nothing, I'm living so disgusting I blaze them A window, my ziggy hit the window The city On my get-move, they all be on that good Dope Look over in the cookie, the Xanny got My right hand That dope be got me locking, No lie, you hear the talking Now give it Up on the come up, I'm 'bout to blow A couple My brothers had to shoot up, The police on a big hunt Meanwhile, Can I be dreaming or having another project? Now tell me, how you take it? I say it's rather funky Everything is Know it Doctor right to your Fucking crib and get rid of your monkey ass Let's make a stain, stain on the lane Drop It off, drop it off, make the monkey drop His man Body on my back, body in the Back Come right to your fucking crib and get Rid of your monkey ass Let's make a stain, Stain on the lane Drop it off, Drop it off, make the monkey drop his man Crazy motherfucker at it once again Like breakfast And ham, come and get some, ho You don't Even wanna catch a chopper when you sleeping Thirty-eight bitches just to kick it down the door Nigga, do not fuck with the spray 'cause it Rain When I touch with the gauge 'cause I Gotta get paid Body in the trunk, Drive around With the pump, monkey drop his man I should Be here taking other nigga dick Making kids with A point just off your face Gotta come hard, Play like a poker card Come down with ten, Bitch, now pick up pace Call up when you're Ready, come to daddy, automatic Like a four-door new Electronic car Beased up with the four-wheel With The rifle that I carry just to be a Star Body back, body in the back Come Right to your fucking crib get rid of your Monkey ass Let's make a stain, Stain on the lane Drop it off, Drop it make The monkey Drop His man
LXST CXNTURY — CROWD slowed
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