Stop as I drop this up this place like another Vietnam I'm heavy like a blow to the dome Back up son now give me room, me room
I set it off like this, don't it up I'm all up in you you just can't get enough I'm real hard to the bone you want I up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the So check the wrath it's for real 'cause I'm get mine I roll up on you Eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through neighborhood
I spreads butter Parkay Real smooth the flow and even when I parlay Do what you and check the skill I'm in your grill, peep this I got the raw
And in your Jeep or Land Cruiser Rollin' the hood I know you're gonna use a Track like all up in your eardrum So the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack We gets like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and has a heart attack We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack
Go and check it I think it's to wreck it Here I come again my stuff, so let's test it I'm like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am to the point So hit the mad ism and light joint The like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good in
Get with a I be using, and there's no dissin' And here's a quick I carry a Smith and Wesson up close and there'll be no confusion Now you're to mentally abusing
Word to the I'm here to tear it up And if you can't get it, I don't give a fuck So run to your and tell them I am here here is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
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We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy like Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack
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We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack