[SPM:]
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Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45.
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dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz
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went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished
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don't mistake for a fuckin rap artist im the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up
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none left known for car theft but in the kitchen im the one top chef I cool whip it I ain't bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken
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[Chorus:]
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Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
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cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
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[Rasheed:]
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Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye,
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maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie.
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Im the wrong guy homie I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before hustle town,
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SP low G ain't no holding us there ain't no holding us, I don't eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch,
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you can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still going to sell,
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like I told my bitch if im ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real,
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but say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit that they say.
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All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" damn I forgot im in this bitch all alone.
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[Chorus:]
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Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
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cus these hoes bring/greed jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
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[SPM:]
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Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller up in H town move slow lie koala 20's on the prawler starring at the mirror
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17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side.
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paper chase me crib on the lake, ride through the tre, sfree wheel skater.
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Breaker 1-9 shitting in the sunshine my nextel phone sound like the love line,
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all day service got jane burnin my weed is lime green like frog named kermit,
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Bustin fuck the reprocaution, blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder,
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not much of a converser cus I say more bad words than a computer cursor.
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[Chorus:]
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Smoke bud cus its my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love,
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cus these hoes bring jealousy so run them thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me)
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These Streets
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