[Suga Free]
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Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die..
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Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
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Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try?
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Up up and away, sunshine, blue skies, fly
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and I see orange stars, green clovers, and blue diamonds
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Feelin nutritious!
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Makin love to my, beotches, beat it
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You ain't gonna make no puss I done sewed her up
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Get my money type pimp player [?] are we? (No) Cool
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Now I reside in Pomona
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I got some bitches on the corner
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My baby momma with em too
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Cause I'm a motherfuckin fool (Whassup Suga Free?)
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The price of pussy baby
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The price of pussy babyyyyyyyy!
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[unlisted singer]
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[?] buddies hangin with you while I'm shakin em
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and everything they say has got to do with you not takin em
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Just hear me when you work out are you [?] with your friends
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cause life is gettin short and see I'm all about my yen
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The Westside of Pomona is the city where it's happenin
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City of sin, and I miss them days back on Jackland[?]
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Still it was the state of mind don't think that we be playin
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[something in spanish] no cuerte, you know what I'm sayin
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The method of detectin niggaz all up in yo' game
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can never be done, if you continue to remain
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a victim in life, for the fact that love don't love nobody
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I shoulda been this numb back in the days of O.G. Chotty[?]
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Sayin..
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[unlisted singer]
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Oooh, you can run away from a playa but you can't hide
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[Suga Free]
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No you can't hide from yo'self
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because everywhere you go, there you are
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[unlisted singer]
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Oooh, you can run but there's no places left to hide
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[Suga Free]
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And kiss my pimpin ASS
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Cause some of y'all niggaz be KILLIN me!
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Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die.. (fly for life)
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Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
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(not a got damn dime)
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Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? (Yeah)
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Strange weeds in the garden, bird pickin up seed killed game
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Here come a passion mark, jealous playa hat'n lame
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And he's slippin like a bad transmission too
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Givin bitches his money, now do that sound like you?
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They say money don't [?] and it's hard to make
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I think about it everytime I bump a bitch to break
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You couldn't pay me no money to respect a bitch
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Fall in love, get married, and watch her take half my shit
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But you a gangsta - yeah you hard as fuck!
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A straight killa to your homies but that pussy got you stuck
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I got game - somethin you stuck on
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I want some money but you wanna get your fuck on, trick
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Shoot a nigga cause he from the other side of the street
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but scared to let yo' bitch go out, cause yo' game is weak
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Now how your money want my honey?
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So how your money want my hoe?
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Cause youse a gangsta, liquor, sucker, fucker
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Teaser, pleaser, slap her, tap her
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in the back of her, the bed, the flow that's yo' hoe
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On the couch, in her mouth, check it out, her gut
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her butt, so rough, so tough, mmmmm
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Bust a nut get up and pimp or shut the fuck up
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Now what you gon' be nigga,
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part of the problem or part of the solution?
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A paper institution, see the institution upon seducin
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Y'all know that nigga that be turf talkin that old ying-yang
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Killin me with that buh-bullshit, don't be wantin a damn thang
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Now correct me if I'm wrong; I love my money
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myself my weed but anything else can get the fuck on!
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Fly for life, this life is mine, willin to die.. (fly for life)
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Don't cost a dime to stay out of mine, not a dime..
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(not a got damn dime)
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Indica thai, makin me high, you wanna try? (Yeah)
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I heard a bitch say if you hit a bitch then youse a bitch yourself
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I said,
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"Then call me Dwana bitch and I'll beat that bitch to death playa"
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I see you got that nigga pussy-whipped, with that pussy grip
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on that pussy trip, starin at your pussy lip
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You say you got too much pride to hoe
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Bitch if push come to shove, you'd be ready to go
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Uh-oh, here come push and now go shove in the front and back
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Tre' can-dy paint great with goldies on brand new dubs
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Ready to kidnap that brain with that game
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that I got from Tony Lang[?], Ernest Lang[?] and Jermaine
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Black tone's my backbone when ass gone my jawbone will |