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Geah
Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...
Half ounce one time stick 'em
Geah
You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon
Y'all remember that old school shit, geah
Get 'em
C'mon

Your block is mine bitch back up
We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)
We've been
Gettin in where we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays
Gun place, crime place, one time swoop
Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe
Giving head like a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking
From selling my
Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd
As the bullets hit with no names
Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an eagle
Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal
Tinted windows
Tyres spin fast up out yo' set
Next week right back to see who we can get
You want yo' chin checked (ping)
Fools just gimme a car
We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall
The way i'm livin don't give no hail low
One times i stay low
Want pay no compton, no play no
Hit the round when we start blastin
Out the back door
Before they send the ???? in (get up)
We niggas fo' hire
Bustin (boom)
We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em

Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...
Half ounce one time stick 'em
Geah

Bails around twelve o'clock
Roam my block with the glock
Keeps the world nicely stash
From neighbourhood watch
Walks the rocks
Dope fiends makes my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way



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