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There is something going on here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He said he's a, timah name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, high powered
And a young havin' his way

mannish ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' with his motherfuckin' nose in the
Broke up out of that old shit and said
"Momma do what the fuck I wanna"

Hit the streets and a wheelbarrow
Full of bread if I end up dead then press
I'm of eating powdered meat
Within a nigga to get to the grind

So boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred and fifty-two milligrams
sell it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into old high powered shit

These are the type of that'll let a nigga know
When the drought about to hit, my
Get a 40 and mask it, it on God
Because me got me scratch paper in the backyard

Me and my click roll thick and be thinkin' of funk
you a moth problems nigga?
Let go or get your head token off
Catch you out of bounds on the wrong soil
Wrap that ass up like foil

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, weight
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and Spam to Teriyaki
ain't but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around with the skillet, makin' a
Runnin' through or four units a week on the over, over

the Whammy on 'em
(Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and baking soda, all old shit
(What's yo' occupation?)
Motherfucker I'm a

Timah name, rang-in, factor
Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a young nigga his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, long expensive flights, huh

Q's, P's, certificates and fake ID's
Like to liquor, with beadies and leaves
The fuzz wanna stop us
Found our on some choppers

to the scanner, I hear the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, them boys, I can't stand uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin' up the
come-a new 6-double-zero drop
We in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier
Invite celebrities like E-40 and J.R. Ridah,

I'm so
I'm so brotha
I'm so serious
I got n

He said he's a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Wassup
Whas happenin', who
Nigga yo' boy
My bo?
you timah when yo ass goin' town?

On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of
On a mission my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission my mail to the hillside of Vallejo

On a mission my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna peels your
I'm in it to stay and I'm straight the Bay

But I never thought that I would feel like that
I can invest my money in a
Get 'em up out the hood before my lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin' record company and watch my rise

Ha ha, yeah,
Big timah, a motherfucker his bread, mayan
Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax
Ballin' out of motherfuckin'

A major factor playin' a man's game man
in and sneak out, campaign champagne and clam thang
Game can be sold and told at the time
And this shit here is designed to yo' mind
High-powered ass shit man for my high-powered ass
Get it it's good before it's to graduation, understand me?

He said he's just a, name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a young havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a nigga havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em