[Chorus x2: uncredited
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Smokin'....and rollin'
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Up in a ride that ain't even much paid for
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And you can tell by the smell in my clothes what I've been doin'
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And ain't no secret dogg the ghetto got me ruined lookin' for the hoes
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[First Verse]
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Tryin' to stack my chips and made a quick lick
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Tryin' to hit a quick lick and stack chips for life,
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you my bitch tonight
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Go on and graze the head and try to raise the dead
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And bring a nigga dick back to life
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It's called sacrifice
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Now girl do what you must
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Tell me who do you trust with a dub set of your keys?
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With a dub set of your keys now tell me who do you trust?
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Go head and do what you must,
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I had to bust your bubble, you ain't no better than these
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And like the Vietnamese
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I got the same eyes ready to ride for mine down to roll
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I got a pound of goat, down to smoke it down
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Sippin' a crown and coke
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Tryin' to focus dogg, tryin' to focus dogg
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Sippin' a crown and coke
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Ready to ride for mine, lovin' the ghetto amen
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Duckin' the federal pen
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You fuck around with niggas down to level your chin
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How many medals you win
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For gettin' shot to death?
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For gettin' shot to death, how many medals you win?
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You fuck around with niggas down to level your chin
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Duckin' the federal pen, lovin' the ghetto amen
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Promisin' never to bend
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Cuz I'm a soldier, told ya what the camp be like
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Don't forget me Dogg and these bitch made niggas is behind me
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Still tryin' to find me
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Up in the midst of fog, I'm up against the wall, and still....
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Smokin'
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[Chorus]
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[Second Verse]
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In the middle got a little bit more than I'm supposed to have
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Lookin' for hoes to grab, I hit the club with the hen in my cup
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A quarter pound of bud, I come around with thugs,
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callin' my enemy bluff
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You wanna pretend to be tough?
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You wanna pretend to be tough? Callin' my enemy bluff
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Even though a nigga bailin' with thugs, lookin' for hoes to grab
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I'm runnin' game like a sociopath
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I flash a lil' cash,
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every now and then I can ask for them hoes to laugh
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Nigga supposed to mash, I put the mack down
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Put the mack down, nigga supposed to mash
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And like a sociopath I run game, never go unchanged
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Nigga know they hate to see me for some cash
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Want me to flow so bad
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I gotta watch my back
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Cuz niggas plot to jack
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And on the slick I gotta be up on my P's and Q's
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Before you get up in the game, better read the blues
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And what'cha need to do is take out and pay your dues
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Because the paper stack'll get deep dogg,
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but how deep the paper stack get?
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When the gat spit, I can dump a many assassin
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Duckin' when I blast
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And came back with a plastic hip
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Go on and pass the fifth
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Of one fifty one, so I can sip me some
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And get bent, tryin' to get bent sippin' a fifth of one fifty one
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I gotta do what I got, to pay rent
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I'm only fuckin' with bitches who got potential to grow
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And eventually gross a lil' more than more than me
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And if she eventually gross a lil' more than me
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Then I'ma take the bitch and go home with me
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Game consists of mix of more truth than lies
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Come here superthighs, you got the cutest eyes
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And on top of that, got a brand new Benz with the droopy eyes
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And let's ride
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[Chorus]
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[Third Verse]
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How the fuck I'ma live life broke?
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I gotta get my blazin' L raised in Hell with stripes
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I gotta keep the mail tight and gel at night
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For tryin' to smoke the green up and sell the white
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Picture me rollin' again, soon as you lock me in
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I'm on the stroll again, lookin' for hoes again
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Up on the dude with the lake
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Get the herb and herb
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My nigga pull to the curb to get the blue and the papes
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Go get the blue and the papes
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You better pull to the curb, and get the herb and herb
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So we can blaze a sack
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And try to fade the black
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And I ain't paid to act
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You gotta face the fact that I was made to mack
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And I ain't afraid to ask
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To get my back rubbed in the Black lacka tub
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Gettin' head and all
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Gettin' head and all
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In a black lacka tub, with a fat sack of bud, drinkin' a red dog
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I'm in the ghetto forever,
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I'm tryin' to make the loot and still shake the troops
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