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[Verse 1: Agerman] Drinkin' on a 4-0 ounce of malt liqua, Lex coupe quicka 5 on the back of my ride, think I'm high ,checkin my plates and sticka but if they don't ride paasss me Lil voice in my head sayin hit the gas G, go fastly Through the back streets through the cuts n trucks of East Oakland You see pimpin and ho-in L-E-O got the dank smokin' These pigs on the back of my lex ain't knowin The way my dollars and flex is flowin, I guess they came up Charlie Cuz the rode right pass, and I kept ridin' bumpin Bob Marley To the shop to get my top dropped, pine and stereo incredible knock You could here me comin all the way up the block Cocaine like sittin on thangs with shocks with a glock, bet I'll be hittin yo block Packin heat like ground beef roasted channels, strapped with a gat Juss packed with ammo, neva pretend on breakdown indo Throw the 'bacco out the window, flowamatically countin c-notes Automatically countin people, hit 'em up, get 'em up, bumpers dig 'em up Hit 'em up wid a hollow tip till they can't feel shit man I'm so sick
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[Verse 2: Bart] It could be so artificial, juss like a potna off the stokes Toke and get thrown, before you get smoked by my Fo' Fo' Hollow point yo 0's and families with the casualties, began the show was on Had it been my, 4 percent as I loc one in, provoking ya whole set with mess So scandalous that ya homies didn't do shit blow his candle, look can ya handle this Nigga at 145 miracle dipped with chemicals and bury ya minerals half alive Energized by naked lies, douse that between fuse these niggaz be payin they dues But some niggaz roll 'em and cruise, so I stack 'em and stick 'em in twos Like bullets ??? let the bodies refuse so they ??? pick and choose At the house with a strap and a bottle of booze, intention to get my cash on Exception I'm still blastin 'em with the 44 mag-a-num, yo who was out there crackin 'em I don't kno, he was supposed to go, its crazy mothafuckas in the "o"
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[Verse 3: Keak da Sneak] Strapped, with a tech and a chop, to the nutty block to get a dub Cuz furly markets, and my nigga they don't got love, for yo nigga name sneak Cuz I beez servin off ridin with ease feelin the breeze 25 for sacks of 3's, Hennessey and squeeze, not thinking about 5-0 and freeze cuz I be G'd, and don't like my dick to be teased, bitch on yo knees the F to the L-O type speakin never said please, slappin 'em silly and not a gentleman like willy, sockin a hoe, buckin at her nigga with my fully the shit goes down, like a 7-4 in the "O", now u kno the fact from fo buckin fast not slow, cope with willin to hit the chest and hit the flo' Disgrace unload on yo face, with the clenched fist, Hennessey sippin gradually And thinking about a casualty that killa don mentality in me and comin naturally Turn yo day into a tragedy, buck up and watch him drop with the gravity Had to be 3 times flow 9 brutalized mind naked off a shrine and a jug of Rhine And can't even walk a straight line .Doin the shit, pullin licks on lick Cuz these three mothafuckas from the town, is comin with that crazy shit
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