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There is something going on here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He said he's just a, name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a young nigga his way

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

Hit the streets and a wheelbarrow
Full of if I end up dead then press delete
I'm tired of eating meat
a nigga timah to get to the grind

So that boy scored a key
Two and fifty-two electronic milligrams
We'll it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off that old high powered shit

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

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

I'm Fed Ex, heavy duty nigga, pushin'
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and to Teriyaki steak
Motherfucker ain't but plus
around with the skillet, makin' a killin'
Runnin' through three or four units a on the over, over

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

Timah 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

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

Q's, P's, birth certificates and fake
Like to liquor, with beadies and leaves
The motherfuckin' wanna stop us
Found our fingerprints on some

Listenin' to the scanner, I the Penelope's say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I stand uhh"
Young sellin hawk, cloggin' up the block
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a
Invite celebrities E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah

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

He said he's just a, name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
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 know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

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

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

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

You niggaz got me fucked, up
Me yanked up out the game, hold up, motherfucker
I got bills to pay, if you don't get out my way
I'm gonna peels toupee
I'm in it to and I'm straight from the Bay

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

Ha ha, yeah,
Big timah, a motherfucker have his bread,
Fed Ex to the degree, tax free
Ballin' out of control

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

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
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

name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
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 know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em