![]() Where niggaz just dope flyin, heavenly seditated Welcome to the world called the beautiful place You got to get up, get out and get his fates You can't complain cause all have them things We're tryin' to keep it all real over here, man We're checkin' player haters, we're havin' much heat Yo, we roll deep when we creep on the back streets See, you can tell by the smoke at 4th floor freeĬause it be Cold 187Um and the home Girl PEE GEE Shit, the only time I feel gifted, is when I get lifted I got the bomb, you got bomb, smoke and vote on it That's why you hooks surround my vocals like a Zig-Zagĭon't it? - I garantee you won't choke on it The snare hits me like a child with a Thrive bag I'm comin' strong like a soldier, I'm garanteed to hold ya The bass hit got my tipsy, like Hennessey It's the place we go, where everyday is fine It's the place we go, where we can free our minds So just ride with me, cause it's a mind state So we can smoke like the idiot on the resevationĪnd if it's up to me, homie, I'm a smoke the whole tree Spittin' game meditatin, and rollin' up much bud It smells like a hog, well, I just got my smoke onĪnd I'm a be high like 7-4-7 with my license plate I'm a type of nigga smokin' straight from the bong What you gonna do, when we come through for you?Ĭause you just don't know when we might have a straw I come from the depth of Cali, P-Town, West up! The untouchable, irresistible, funk to fight When I was servin' on the side of the Shack Now see, I be the one or more gang in the YakĬause in the Rap game nobody do more love
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