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This is a DLP beat. I was there from the get-go. Movin' heavyweights, Klitschko. Rookies and cookies from Frisco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. One, two, three and to the four. Young robbery, steady mackin' at a hoe. Poppin' my collar, Long Beach to Frisco. Package cookies in a box just like Nabisco. Get dough, get get dough. Everywhere I go I pack my pistol. Can't recognize game like Get Low. Don't give me no bammer weed, real shit bro. Like the RBL, four one five been ill, I got game for sale. It's rainin' game in the Bay and I make It hail. It's like a postman, how I touch Mail. Forty-five thousand grams, put it on the Scale. That's a box with two hundred on top. Nabisco got cookies by the crops. DLK mob shit don't stop. I was there from the get-go. Movin' heavyweights, Klitschko. Rookies and cookies from Frisco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. Nabisco, cookies on deck. Slide to the bank, 'bout to cash me a Check. Paper planes got me higher than a jet. I probably sweat every bitch that I met. She know me then she owe me, yeah that Bitch in debt. Get that bitch outta pocket with This pimpin' I flex. Yes, I'm really the truth. I live every word that I spit in the Booth. Like B. I. G., nigga give Me the loot. I'm off the gin and juice with my uncle Big Snoopy. You know how he do, sell the Cookies blue. Double dose of this izm, Knockin' bitches in twos. I'm like the paperboy servin' niggas the news. Coppin' blow, yeah I play by the rules. Hammer or drill, yeah I stay with the tool. Feed you niggas to the goons 'cause you lookin' Like food. I was there from the get-go. Movin' heavyweights, Klitschko. Rookies and cookies from Frisco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. X the max, spittin' gangsta raps. And if the bitch throw it all then she Mail or packs. I'm flippin' stacks like acrobats. And if it's funk, nigga pass the mac. I'll leave his shit on flat. Then let it go clap, leave his head on His lap. Light his top like cookies rolled up In a wrap. 'Cause ain't nothin' but a G Thing baby. A young sucka freak goon goin' crazy. Unfadeable, niggas can't fade me. If the bitch choose then she gotta pay me. Spittin' dope, I'm a product of the 80s. Blue cookies got my eyes all lazy. When I'm toppin' the Glock, got no safety. Real boss sucka shit, don't fade me. Flashlight in the middle of the day B. Big guns like a nigga in the Navy. I was there from the get-go. Movin' heavyweights, Klitschko. Rookies and cookies from Frisco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. We the funk that killed disco. Put 'em in a box, Nabisco.