No...This is my last--how much time we got?
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Sometimes when I say something about drugs real loud you seem--haha,
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like last time it was heroin and methadone, every time I said that--hahaha
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In my Hummer with a tiger, chrome on the wiper
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Fired My Receptionist cause she a slow typer
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Candy green Viper with the white striper
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Choppin down Scott, slicer and dicer
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Keep my wrist iced up just like my white cup
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Ass on the tight buck bought Pop a nice truck
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Bang, Spice I round my neck a phyton
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Pack a four pound, ''do you wanna die'' gun
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Puff like a dragon, slab cdillc Broughm
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Stack cash in the back of a Crack home
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Wrec'em till da outro,show em' how the south go
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Hoes on the down low, feed my dog Alpo
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No Blues or red that's leaving fools dead
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Bang gray tapes and listen to what Screw Said
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Tre to the Clarke, back to the South Park
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Have you ever seen a nigga jus freak a Skylark?
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[Chorus]
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Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon'
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Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne,
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I was a neighborhood drug dealer
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Hillwood High life fuckin blood spilla
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In it for the money and not much else
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Picked up a pen and I struck wealth
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I was travelin to different cities, differeent hoods
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Sometimes in Arenas, Sometimes in the woods
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Met a lot of fans that I never knew had
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I get lil gifts and I give 'em to dad
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He puts'em in a room with all my old trophies
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Things he looks at cause he ain't got no stories
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Of me growin up as a kid on Corl Street
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He left to the store and now were four deep
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Came back ten years later
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Mom there's a man outside, is he a neighbor?
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He said he lived in our house a long time ago
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That's your dad, son, I guess he's back from Stop N Go
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[Chorus]
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Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon'
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Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne,
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Change out the couches, doesn't buy ounces
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So I had to open up seven Dope Houses
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Cadillac Bounces, started makin thousands
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Draped up in 3 thousands outfits
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Everybody happy, laws tryin to trap me
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Pissed cause I quit and started comin up rapping
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Higher than some scaffolding,sipping, laughing
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Stayin on my toes like them hoes that be tapping
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I'm a gambler, neighborhood camper
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In my jag trippin out on Zoolander
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Play fastball but I move kinda slow
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With some lil freaks , y'all must be from Idaho
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I think im from Ohio, cause im kinda high yo
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I'm a role model but I ain't gon' lie though
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Killin brain cells really isn't cool
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That's why I'm gon' quit in 2052l.
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Yep...that's me...blowin weed with my grandpa watchin uhh...yo
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[Chorus]
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Ride, ride, ridin on them vogues, fa sho mayne, we gon'
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Crawl, crawl, crawlin on them vogues fa sho mayne,
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Vogues
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South Park Mexican |