Me and you
[daz] and you know
Me and you
Who can it, two assassins up on the mic Blastin', askin' no questions, they catch you in a gunfight Kaboom! we still mash as a As we for our dreams, ? hood niggaz for green It's dillinger, fulfillin, a low outta killin scandalous ? fulfillin fantasy dreams Catch me on a rica, with an island full of weed Money and bitches, on a boat for
See when I'm International me No on my and fine You can me I'm folks think the same way as I do Cause I bitches way down in the bayou you make way for two mo' Fo' blows, you have hoes Stamp a nation wide through the youngsters, hennesy sponsors With youngsters on a of the map now I do
I spin mayor loot and khaki and cripsacks, Wetsuits and boots I block niggaz twice with Buck a .45 Make you open while you blast at the lot
What you on go through it Drink a lot, from fluid Scrump bitch, you hear the music My buddy, daz and numskull You be thanked With petty pang petty
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To all my niggaz.. and all my Throw your hands in the air And if you don't a fuck Like we don't give a fuck Throw your hood up in the air
it out No bitch ass niggaz, no ass hoes Dogg pound gangstas in low-lows You ain't all the homies You check the fault Pencils, playin in the crowd style Thinkin bout the row town With the heater bust a million rounds Dogg pound breakin off fools While the dock can The touch
I this game down Jumped around and kissed myself I was james brown Spin and hit the splits on the ground your motherfuckin crown Turn ifs into pounds Dogg live around, Niggas the ground Fuck and get shot up I shit up You can ask Lil cease, mary j. b. and About that yuk Means the Got off tour For piss marking on the floor
G riders, we ride, dp Get the mashin Or the mat see automatic, Get the niggaz Shakin nigga, bankin Quit the Stop blankin
I'm out Surrounded by weed You see me and my in the club, Thugged up, in steet clothes We roll, cut weed so On gold, see hoes With weed with me and my
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Who did that, who Who on the ghetto values, Who flyyyyy I catored to the pimps, players, hustlers and
Why don't you meet me in the o, homie Cause I get there, The will be all off on me I know got a gang of bitches...
...ha, ha And like thangs and livin' life expensive In machine dippin' a pocket full of c-notes Cruise the with a 9 lookin' for weed-o And oh yeah, who got the shit Daz and kurupt, numskull, yuk for shit
Known as your potna Slain ice fools and (? ) Rockin hilfiger just like I around the house of rockwilder, like a mobster The o-a-k bust and it away out the roof down in la And then go Opps! and a nigga spooked a couple of screws loose And find your Sweatin, buck naked up in a chicken coop Livin destory all arts Zark, and blast a Pull back and grab your mothafuckin heart out your If you the best like david koresh Get to be in the motherfuckin flesh Yes yes
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