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[Verse 1]

I`m meetin up with the governor

3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla

Comin straight out the head though

From the brain representin my ghetto

Its a trip how they die young

In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the `Wood

Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover

Pink soda mind of a noter

Lean on my shoulder slang coca

20 g`z on my team Villanova

Blow marijuana in the sauna

While my niggas move dope on the corner

V-12 motor vida loca

Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha

Fat sweet roller in my trocka

And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her

Copa Cabana thankin Santa

For the keyboard that came wit the sampler

Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on

She wit me cuz I am the champion



[Verse 2]

Its the same ol story though

Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoe

Its the sign of the times man

By second thank God that I`m alive man

Peace to my dead g`s

Fell short trying to stack up they benjis

In the midst and the fog

Boys wanna squab

All on my dick like corn on the cob

You aint shit but a job for one of my killer

How many niggas must die by the trigga

Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder

Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer

No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager

I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you

In the gutter for the fuck of it

Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership

And haters they can suck a dick



[Verse 3]

So this what it came to yall the same crew

Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue

But I dont gangbang I claim no color

She lost her son what if that was your mother

I sit back in my `92 blue `Lac

And I support foundations like LULAC

I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman

That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman

Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher

I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers

1986 wasnt making hits

I was chasing chicks having bad relationships

Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches

Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious

I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious

Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions

[Verse 1]

I`m meetin up with the governor

3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla

Comin straight out the head though

From the brain representin my ghetto

Its a trip how they die young

In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the `Wood

Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover

Pink soda mind of a noter

Lean on my shoulder slang coca

20 g`z on my team Villanova

Blow marijuana in the sauna

While my niggas move dope on the corner

V-12 motor vida loca

Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha

Fat sweet roller in my trocka

And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her

Copa Cabana thankin Santa

For the keyboard that came wit the sampler

Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on

She wit me cuz I am the champion



[Verse 2]

Its the same ol story though

Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoe

Its the sign of the times man

By second thank God that I`m alive man

Peace to my dead g`s

Fell short trying to stack up they benjis

In the midst and the fog

Boys wanna squab

All on my dick like corn on the cob

You aint shit but a job for one of my killer

How many niggas must die by the trigga

Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder

Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer

No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager

I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you

In the gutter for the fuck of it

Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership

And haters they can suck a dick



[Verse 3]

So this what it came to yall the same crew

Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue

But I dont gangbang I claim no color

She lost her son what if that was your mother

I sit back in my `92 blue `Lac

And I support foundations like LULAC

I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman

That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman

Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher

I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers

1986 wasnt making hits

I was chasing chicks having bad relationships

Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches

Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious

I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious

Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions

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