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You could catch me ridin in da lac, top down, seat back, keepin heat up on my lap, Im throwed, (Im throwed). Every hood that Im in, white cup in my hand, blowin kush in the wind, Im blowed (Im blowed). Any day of da week, new grill, new piece, from my head to my feet, Im cold (Im cold). New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side, man dats how gangstas roll (dats how gangstas roll).

Im higher than a top flite, throwed like a splitter, my pockets keep gettin bigga, cuz Im one bad figga. Boppas n gold diggaz on the track at work, Im hurtin feelins in dat benz wit a deuce and a Squirt. Im a fillibuster for hustlaz, invadin dem mark bustaz. leanin like Im on crutches as I ski taste slurp. swangin and woodworkin convertin this closed curtains, for certain, I betta not spill no purple drank on my shirt. Im hustle for occupation, Im grindin paper chasin, deez boyz is steady hatin so this pistol Im embracin. dat lac is so amazin and da elbowz is skatin. cranker wires n vogue tires, one hell of collaboration. Amos, Farris n Slaton, we Jordan Jackson n Pippen. banana clip for dem snitches tryin to monkey wrench my pimpin. neva been caught slippin cuz dat glock I hold, now let me tell ya how I roll come on

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Comin down in a candy lac, old skool, wavin trunk on dem punks, act a fool, tippin paint, drippin wet, like a pool, breakin brews, neck cool, its full of jewels. rumor is dat dem jackas on da sideline schemin and plottin. but my mind on dem boppaz if I spotem I gotem. I got slabs I got foreigns wit da seats all plush, I got brandy wine gloss, baby please dont touch. I got 20s I got 4s I got screens and such. boppaz yappin cuz they say I tend to cap too much. I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp. headlights on my ear when the night get dark, white ones on my toes brand new out the box. interior decoratin the watch Im connectin the dots. I got stocks I got money thats a fat billfold, now let me tell ya how I roll come on

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Hatin is so contagious these days theres no cure, this new outbreak in Houston is out of hand for sure. these boyz is steady lyin my money is multiplyin look close theres no denyin them boyz softer than fur. killa kush smoke I blow as the lungs inhale, gangsta leanin on dat oil I got a story to tell. lawz trippin when they see me askin whats that smell, raw fed exed me some x pills we call it e mail. lights camera action Im the shit and I show it, a young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it. steady breakin boys off, 5 karats in earlobes givin somethin that you can feel, my swangas is en vogue. Im too cool for school all work no play, impeccable with this pen I got somethin to say. my repertoire is throwed I follow tha G code, let me tell ya how I roll come on

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