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There is something going on here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

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

Lil' ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' with his motherfuckin' nose in the
Broke up out of old punk shit and said
"Momma I'ma do 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
a nigga timah to get to the grind

So that boy scored a key
Two and fifty-two electronic milligrams
sell it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, off into 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 paper buried in the backyard

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

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

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

Timah name, rang-in, major
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

Bitch I thought ya knew, bitch I thought ya
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 life fo'-up
row seats at the fights, takin' long expensive 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 fingerprints on choppers

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

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

He he's 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

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

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

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

You niggaz got me 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 peels your toupee
I'm in it to and I'm straight from the Bay

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

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

A major factor playin' a white man's man
Sneak in and sneak out, campaign champagne and clam
Game can be sold and told at the same
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 it's to graduation, me?

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

Timah name,
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 main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em