[Chorus x2]
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I roll slow through my city and Norwalk be the spot
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Where Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot
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Strolling through the One-Ways, the fun ways where I stay
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And if you got some pleto homeboy bring it my way
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[Verse 1]
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I'm nothing but the real thing and to me you ain't nothing
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So step up to me ese so I can show you something
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You know I'm always packing; I'm everything you're lacking
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And somebody like you, can't handle someone like me
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I'm never taken lightly
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And if you think I'm bluffing come and try me
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And you'll see I'm just like my click
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I'm getting crazy, amazing to be this fucking sick
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A lot of down ass vatos but your the one I picked
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To me you're just a bitch, a stupid ass lame
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Not even from a gang, just trying to claim the fame
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I'll tell you one more time, its Norwalk what I bang
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We're all sick in the mente, crazy insane
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm downing fools that shit talk
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I represent the sick box
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I'm wrapping fools in zip blocks
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He had nothing but sick thoughts
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Money filled in big pots
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We're never using eye drops
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Never will our high stop
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Never will our high stop
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Bitches late at night tripping off the cloud of pipes
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Starting a gun-fight with another rival
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Shooting 'em down with a rifle
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The number One Gun is me
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Remember when you change the Q in to C
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But fuck the C I'll cross it out
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Right before I take you out
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I'm taking a trip to the beach
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And I'm throwing him off the at pier
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Fear when I'm near, no one will hear
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When I'm throwing him under
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Fool, it's the one whenever you think that I'm leaving
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I'm leaving you bleeding
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The Demon deceive 'em whenever I'm coming ahead
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Shooting them all until their dead, until their dead
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[Chorus x2]
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Yeah...Little Peter Cuete
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If anybody got offended by this motherfucking album
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I just got one thing to say to you..
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FUCK YOU!! Huh... little gun and I'm out
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I Roll Slow
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Lil Cuete |