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There is something going on here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

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

Hit the streets and make a
Full of bread if I end up then press delete
I'm tired of eating powdered
Within a nigga timah to get to the

So that boy a quarter key
Two hundred and electronic milligrams
We'll it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high powered

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

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

I'm Fed Ex, heavy nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
sardines and Spam to Teriyaki steak
Motherfucker but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around the skillet, makin' a killin'
Runnin' through three or units a week on the over, over

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

name, rang-in, major factor
Fed Ex, high powered
And a young havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em know
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 where I don't touch it no mo'
You probably got and killers all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they make life fo'-up
row seats at the fights, takin' long expensive flights, huh

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

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

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

He said he's 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

Wassup
Whas happenin', who
it's yo' boy
My bo?
Whassup you when yo ass goin' town?

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

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

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

But I never woulda thought that I would feel 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 mail

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

A major factor playin' a man's game man
Sneak in and sneak out, campaign and clam thang
can be sold and told at the same time
And shit here is designed to sprinkle 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, timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a young nigga his way

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

Timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High powered
And a young nigga his way

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