Take this opportunity to roll up
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Locate your lighters
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[Verse 1: Curren$y]
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Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
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Mad black paint polish rims
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Fuck you said I ain't hear it clear
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Too much money talking in my ear
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The end result of two albums in one year
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Blood sweat and gears
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Life in between the racing stripes
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We break day and night
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Alternative lifestyle
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I ain't looking for her pussy boy
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This trill jet shit, just enjoy
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That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss
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Give her direction to the tele and a check list
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Arriving shortly with the items I requested
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Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin my new plane
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Maintain the smoke
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Let ya take a couple grams home if you my folk
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I'll buy you a little something
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Light the weed man though
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But if you give me 15 minutes I'll call my folks he get the dough
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Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk
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To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
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It's the juice and them cylinders that make the chevy jump
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You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner
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Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping
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[Verse 2: Fiend]
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Rolling trees can do something for you
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No matter what you be goin through
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Execution flow
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Ten thousand grams of potassium
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Streets I roam, Mama praying like the Vatican
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My life feels like trade water in the ocean
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Who's standing in
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I'm dopes up moving drug trafficking
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Tell her get dough I'm getting fat again
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What I do to get my love warm, laugh again
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Say love don't give me your mouth again
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Got to move it, later on you'll be acting them
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Life is like free throws
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Some things ya gone miss
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Some things ya make
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Don't rush, don't wait
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I call pape time travel machine
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It can get ya there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
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I never compromise my fresh
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Smoke kush not cess
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Why cry I'm blessed
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Aw lend me the bail out
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The ones I call my ten dogs in a jail house
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Jets smoking in the club on tour
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Born in New Orleans all new friends bonjour
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I'm general building, international jones
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And Louie scarfs down there smoking one with the homies
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Walls full of vinyl
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All bars are final
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Leather is your wrists first name, not Lionel
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International jones
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Curren$y the spitta
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Alchemist my nigga
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Tell them ladies go figure
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Blood Sweat And Gears
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| Curren$y |
