(Hook)
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Smokin and ridin x3
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(Verse)
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I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo
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I put her on the roll with the work told her hold that first, we gon¡¯ cash out get mo
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Down from the jump, hand on the pump, see my shotgun rida
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If a nigga want front, throw him in the trunk
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Run him up, pass my lighter
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Smokin on killa straight casualties
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In your weave like mickey and mallory
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A pimp nigga, bitch nigga, yea gotta be
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A broke bitch fuck with my allergies, (whoa!)
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Damn pray, god bless ya
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These niggas and the hoes can¡¯t stress ya
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A sack of the good, rollin the wood, ain¡¯t no pressure
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I got money on my mind, dope is on the line
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Police tryna get me but they miss me every time
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Bout to smoke it right, pourin up a pint
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Police tryna get me but they miss me every time
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(Hook)
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Smokin and ridin x3
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(Verse)
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Good gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets (you know it)
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You checkin out his trials, seeing how they be (you know it)
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His cup full of pink, mine¡¯s full of brown
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And you know that¡¯s us coming down the block when you hear that sound (aw yeah)
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Right now I¡¯m smoking with Gibbs but girl I¡¯m thinking ¡¯bout you
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Then we smoke some more, with Problem too,
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And when we done smoking, I¡¯m tryna get to you, baby baby baby
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(Hook)
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Smokin and ridin x6
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(Verse)
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Half a zip of that cali-flower
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Every time I write rhymes in first class with a rolly on
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That¡¯s how I define hard times
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Long way from them drive byes
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Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers
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Bougie party need a fifty plus
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Bring them ratchet hoes and our drug dealers
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RNS, I love niggas, I¡¯m off more than I love weed,
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Body shots I see bloods bleed, once you turn the hood
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They say blood leave, that¡¯s how they show me the love me,
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I thank em now that I smash off,
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Drop some bread in my cash vault
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Then hit the block and drop a half off
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Smoke with me, roll it off
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Money stacks, getting Kobe tall
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My young ridder hit his first lick
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We celebrate even though they roll
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10 drinks can¡¯t keep me calm
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Stay focused on what I need to do
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I¡¯m the one, there¡¯s no need for 2
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I breathe the block, you bleed the truth
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(Hook)
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Smokin and ridin x9
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Smoke & Ride
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Freddie Gibbs |