[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
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Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
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Bitch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael
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Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor
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My beat wake the block up like "Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors"
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They call the po-po, I'm cocking back the fo'-fo'
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The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
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Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
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Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescence
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Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments
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And I go so hard, that's why your bitch keep on caressing
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Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
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But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins
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2010, bitch we get it in
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Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins
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Doobies in Jacuzzi's, white bitches with big booties
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I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies
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[Hook: Mike G]
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I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos
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It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
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(I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
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Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps)
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Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
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Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling
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(I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer
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Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one's to Hype to bore you)
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[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
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Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy
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Let's fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
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Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be
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Glass house on a beach for when I want to get sandy
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Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy
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I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny
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Girls drop them panties, even their aunties... no grannies
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Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon
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Fool, I'm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on
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We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
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Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
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Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
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I got the hood with me, I'm the nigga with the power
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Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies
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Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Mike G]
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I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit
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But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this
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This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict
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I'm fucking sick, there's no resolution to this conflict
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Well, death might be one
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But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come
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I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
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They're confused, scratch their heads like there's fucking lice in it
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Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin'
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Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded
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Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors
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Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's
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And Volvo's, because they fuck with lame niggas
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They ain't learn? Hatin' niggas won't make your chain bigger
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You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your shit's on
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You get fake applause like a TV sitcom
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Loaded
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Mellowhype |