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Drop the top and let the in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the It's quite alright, the 'dro in the wind With the in the wind
I'm a ol' sneaky, ol' freaky, ol' geechy-ass Collard green, neck eatin' ass nigga Always my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, Cakalaky
up eatin' spam sandwiches Sugar and mayonnaise sandwich Share the with 'bout four more brothers But one home for 'em and no more covers
A little bad motherfucker always and always in trouble None of my ain't like me But make it so bad, had seven more like me If you growed up the way I did you gots to Trick love the kids, Trick love the
the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and the It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the With the in the wind
Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that apple green, niggaz lovin' it, lovin' it And a minute, I'll act a fool Ya don't like how I'm livin'? Boy
That's right I'm a rude-ass nigga, to do you, cut a fool- ass nigga Weighin' in at 'bout a six-five And a can fuck, plus the boy gets live, that's right You know legs, wings, and thighs, short thighs Eat 'em up, 'em up, then switch sides
Hot work her con-con, Valor to the floor He oughta enjoy, with the four-four Be sure and acquire 'fore ya fuck with mine Disrespect, I'll disconnect ya
a sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya with it not Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my me and my ace a lay down the whole place
Recognize, this is the verbalize, Fuckin' with me wrong way to wise Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, Big ol' bankrolls, all a nigga know
Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker I suppose unchose, cuz my jewelry froze You how it goes, these young nigga don't want it like this Go off and get yo' gat, to the chit-chat, blast!
So pass, outlast, cash More sicky, talk tricky to the like trash Lo realer, a gorilla, flow for more clean, lookin' mean, but you ain't no killa! Trick love the kids!
Drop the top and let the in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the With the 'dro in the
the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the spin Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the With the in the wind
Look at what we got, the and all the 'dro The and all the smoke, my throat, it makes me choke Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the
Is it the cheeferry reefer blowin' my chest up? Beat right the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this thang I'll take the purist strain of this slang and it into your veins
Did your heart stop man? Drop-top Aviator shades with a rear face through the dirty at a slow pimps pace Kinda the turtle and the rabbit in the race
To the finish line, I jump the pair of So bright, so fresh, white but no socks Then I slipped on some of that O with the I'm bustin' straight out the path like a piece of va-lac-tic
Before you slack it you prepare it and mack it When your jack it tragic, not intended for any illegal purposes' It's like and small pox in surplus to murder us Ya gotsta understand Trick love the kids! Trick the kids!
the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen' It's quite alright, with the in the wind the 'dro in the wind
Drop the top and let the in With the woodgrain, let the spin Get you a glass, mix the and the Hen' quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the in the wind