(Intro)
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It¡¯s about that time man
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I¡¯m squad H Town
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It¡¯s time to get it
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(Verse)
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Back to work, grindin til it hurt
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Mixin up the purp, twistin up the purp
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Hoggin since birth, the realest on earth
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Hog like shirt, got me work without work
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You got a bad bitch, too bad I hit first
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Paid 5 now who ain¡¯t mine?
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Got I¡¯m feeling thirsty
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Put them niggas in a hearse, whip game kill em
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Choppas in the bag, I ain¡¯t gon conceil em
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On another million, tryna feed my children
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I ain¡¯t gon stop, stack it to the ceiling
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Million after million, million after million
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I ain¡¯t gon stop, watch me stack it to the ceiling
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You saying that was fast when you see that rrari pass
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Murda tight the gas, wanna smash on the gas
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When I see your ass pass, camera on flash
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Take a flick with yo bitch then I smash
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No class, same old thugger
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Shit if don¡¯t hit, somebody gon fuck er
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Smooth like butter, you¡¯ll never find another
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Gutta like me, that¡¯s why these niggas don¡¯t like me
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Hat low, gold chain, new kick
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Old school, loud pipes, new bitch
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New year, guess I¡¯m on my new shit
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Niggas talkin loud but they won¡¯t do shit
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Walk into the club, smellin like a pine
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Had a dress code and I got some mo lime
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Blazzin up ho, now you can¡¯t hit that
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This dick the only place you put yo lips at
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Sit back, let me put on this work plate
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Over yall, 50 bitches think I¡¯m bout that bird plate
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But I just rap ho, yea my car stroking
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Why them niggas gossip? I be stuntin on them assholes
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Pass low, let em see me in my flip
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Mama dropped the beat on 22nd of December
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That was back in ¡¯85, now I drive an ¡®86
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I¡¯m back to the future on Marty Mcfly as shit
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Missed with that nagget, you blowed on my high bitch
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Nig because a nigga fucked doesn¡¯t mean that you my bitch
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Killin niggas, I¡¯m spittin that loud shit
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Rollin as a up, I¡®m tryna get high bitch
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Take em to the crib and I¡¯m letting em try shit
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Take em to the mall and they watchin me buy shit
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Cuz I ain¡¯t bout to trick it, you can help me get it
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Let me dial a motherfucker, stay shittin on you gimmicks nigga
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(Verse)
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Money and the power, smoking on the sour
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Hit the gas, hit it, Maserati engine growl
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Shittin on em, movin through the traffic like a ball
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Watching everybody here turn around like a owl
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Slow coupe, getting to that paper with a focused mind
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I do mine while they story tellin, no lyin
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We grind so the money all accounted for
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I don¡¯t pay my bills, that¡¯s why my accountant for
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Mo gas than the Kamako, rolled up and lit
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Pouring up the double cup with my partner fish
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Codeine and Coca-Cola, you might think I¡¯m trippin
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The bucks I¡¯m getting so a fuck I¡¯m not giving
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Post up like Griffin when I¡¯m mashin for them Benjis
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Light up that hindu and wash it down with frenchies
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I¡¯m sittin in the Kodas, everything on polders
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Drank stains on my shirt, leave me with the stock brokers
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Hold up
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Holy Water Flow
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| Slim Thug |
