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That Part (black Hippy Remix)
Me no conversate with the fake, that part. All my bitches independent bitches, that part. I just want the paper, that part. All my bitches flavored. That part, that part, that part, that part.
Tookie Knows Ii
Uhh, uhh, uhh. Everybody get low, get low, head shots, head shots. Head SHOTS !. Na na na (uhh) YAK, na na na na na na YAK. I'm weeded, I need it, I want it, I'm blunted.
Str8 Ballin
Figured that I gotta sell dope, or the money won't grow. Figured I was Too Short, and I could never turn pro. You could tell I never had shit, but bet I get that 80 grand wrist.
Ride Out
Ride out, big smoke. Re-up, big dope. Gs up, hoes blow. Freeze up, eyes closed. Ride out, big smoke. Re-up, big dope. Gs up, hoes blow. Freeze up, eyes closed.
Overtime
Righteous, righteous. Woo!. Goddamn. . Baby let me know it's mine. And I might put in overtime. Understanding overnight. You know tonight ain't a sober night.
Neva Change
Hoes ain't callin'. The cocaine rock. World keep spinnin'. The block stay hot. The block stay hot. The block stay hot. World keep spinnin'. . Thank God for the game.
Lord Have Mercy
Preacher told me don't set trip on a Sunday. Knowing damn well that there'll get you laid Monday. . Lord have mercy. Please Heaven's mercy. Lord have mercy.
John Muir
Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all. Never had a mothafuckin' weed card. I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft. Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all.
Kno Ya Wrong
Know you're wrong, ooh. Hey, know you're wrong, ooh. These, all they wanna call you talkin' 'bout what they need. Know you're wrong, know you're wrong, oh.
Groovy Tony/eddie Kane
Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK. Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates. PusH all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off.
Dope Dealer
I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black. I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap. I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack.
Black Thoughts
Our experience to where we have parents in our lives that were showing us everything, like didn't nobody walk us, our hand and show love like you do this and don't do that. It wasn't like that coming up in our mothafuckin' community. We grew up off of cigarillos... we grew up off of second row, acting like them. A worldwide blade, a real strength.....
Blank Face
Who you tellin'?. Blank faces. . Smokers, endorphines, hookers and beds. Dope in the vein, young and servin' the meds. Run from the police, jump from the ledge.
Big Body
Hear ye, hear ye. You son of a bitch you. ScHoolboy Q and Tha Dogg Pound is in the motherfuckin' house. So uh, get your skates, get your.... . Get your issue funky bitch, you slow on your feet.
Chop Stix
Fly (I), I'm (I'm) too (Too) high (High). Watch (Watch), splash (Splash), car fast. Dash (Dash), zoom, smooth, ooh. . Spent (Spent) cash (Cash), glide (Glide) by.
Yay Yay
Have pistols in my hands. Have pockets full of oxy. Whole life I've been a G. Have bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole. Have cocaine in the pot.
We Dem Boyz (remix)
Yea, ay. Yea, ay. Yea, boyz. Yea, hol up, hol upHol up, we dem boyz. Hol up, we dem boyz. Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise. Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up.
What's The Word?
Go hard for the squad life. Brain with a stain on it. Shit flamed out the nozzle. Added full throttle. Acting high heater black ninas. Its young niggas heatin up Phoenix.
What They Want
This the shit that they need. Tell me where are you from. . Drop your pants to your knees. Yeah, I got the codeine. Might pull up in my bucket. This nine holds a good dozen.
Tookie Knows Interlude
(Uh). (Uh). Everybody get low, get low. Head shots. Head shots. Head SHOTS. Uh. Yakk. Na na na na na na. Yakk!. na na na na na,(how you want it?). Na na na na na na na,(how you want it?).
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