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There is going on down here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He said he's just a, timah name,
factor, Fed Ex, high powered lawyers
And a young havin' his way

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

Hit the streets and make a
Full of if I end up dead then press delete
I'm of eating powdered meat
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 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 paper buried in the backyard

Me and my click roll thick f'real and be 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 aluminum

I'm Fed Ex, duty nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
From and Spam to Teriyaki steak
Motherfucker but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around the skillet, makin' a killin'
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?)
I'm a timah

Timah name, rang-in, major
Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a nigga 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 ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the point where I touch it no mo'
You probably got lieutenants and all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, lavish vehicles, they only make life
Front row seats at the fights, takin' long flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth and fake ID's
Like to drink liquor, with beadies and
The motherfuckin' fuzz wanna us
Found our on some choppers

Listenin' to the scanner, I hear the say
"Man uhh, them boys, I can't stand uhh"
Young hoodlums hawk, cloggin' up the block
Inna new 6-double-zero drop
We party in V.I.P.'s nigga fuck a flier
Invite like 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 havin' 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

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

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

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

You got me fucked, fucked up
Me yanked myself up out the game, 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 stay and I'm from 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 homies lose they
Buy a fuckin' record 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 motherfuckin'

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

He said just 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 main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

name, rang-in
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