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I'm off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow Pow Pow hot on a nigga head out never understood grew up in the hood Never right from wrong Get to dumpin' on a nigga for for no reason Mannish little knucklehead hard heathen Meanin' a fuck about life I seen my momma Stab my daddy in the stomach with a
When I was years old, finally figured it out That's why a sold coke, clientele and clout a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out For trying to go between my paper route Wet his ass up, that see and go Fully convertible I'm a wipe away arsonist Fire extinguisher, if you ain't heat then motherfucker You betta damn sure be for me or else you're fucked
Either that, I get your jaw up, pathological liar game got me like this, certify high Smokin' more bomb Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin' Hit up resteraunt and order a gang of food Run up out of prejudiced fuck ass motherfucker Without even any N kind of intention on even payin'
Damn near flashin', that's what the I'm doin' And I'm up in this motherfucker I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm fuck the world I'm pissin' on everything, it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad I got all of marbles on the motherfuckin' table And I'm tellin' a you touch my shit and I'm flashin'
Understand my shit, the situation is way damn Motherfucker I'm drunk off the And I'm bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin' Nigga I'm out bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin' Nigga for no reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the
About to light the nigga up Bang bang shoot 'em up fame Got a little to my name, slick as sugar Three in the it's hard labor chasin' paper Nigga twerkin', go to Russian car Clickers esouped with VCR's Microwave ovens and cards
Pullin' all kind of heavy metal Beatin' nijjas down bumper jacks Lip's overseas shoot crap Try to have paper than a factory Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out the yard flexes Liable, a whole on a psycho Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on
Psycho, it's all survival Quarter ounce is on Run up in his white sock or bone With the pistal, pistol whip a nigga with a zap force, this hammer, arm and hammer soda, listening to the scanner, scared man Can't win, when a nigga packin' stackin', mashin', flashin'
I'm flashin', the pulled me over And put the flashlight to my and told me I was speedin' And I got to, flashin' on ass I got to actin' a demon the motherfuckers told me The day I go to turn off my P G and E Nigga and I got to bad and I got to flashin'
On a motherfucker, come out there Talkin' to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto' And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'" let me get to flashin' on yo' ass nigga Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my And I got to
It's all bad, motherfucker to be comrade Used to fuck the same hoes, wear clothes Closer than a bugger to a nose, vogues Slammin' Cadillac together, cookin' crack Gettin' eighteens if it's back, Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the
For the state troop, shoot Durin' the drug flippin' at the mouth Voluntarily raps motherfuckin' folkers out Tight about since League, Boy Scouts Paper route dropped a get some day skunk
I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, like a old hag She gonna get hella if you're get teared up But us niggas bring me back My duffel bag, I squinges off the hinges Lean ballin', alcohol and A thousand dollars worth of change, chicken feed
A criminal record a of dirty deeds Givin' niggaz eyes and bloody lips Cauliflower and extra clips Gun clappin' music slappin' party Brash and flashin'
The just came on the first second and third of the month Made my check late and I got to, flashin' on Next door neighbor that shit about my beat too loud I walked up the motherfuckin' and I got ta Tellin that I'm flashin' a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron
He me back Chablis, and I get to flashin' On bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this flashin' Get to testin' my testicles nigga and I'ma on yo' ass
Bad word get to me and I'm flashin' Lost all my money up in the game and I flash Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe and go to flashin' Dope fiend ran off a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed Big cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's To myself from flashin'
Bought dollar 250 of liquor and they tried to charge me For some ice and I Got jumped a house party fools left me for dead When I got I seen them motherfuckers And they ass was in the red, I got to I tell ya, bitch these niggaz I ya Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit bitch, shit