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Me and you

[daz] and you know

Me and you

Who can it, two assassins up on the mic
Blastin', askin' no questions, when they catch you in a
Kaboom! we still mash as a
As we mash for our dreams, ? hood niggaz for
It's dillinger, fulfillin, makin a low killin
Pullin' ? fulfillin fantasy dreams
Catch me on a rica, with an island full of weed
Money and bitches, on a for sweden

See I'm yellin'
help me
No on my
Ugly and
You can me
I'm glad folks think the way as I do
I stab bitches way down in the bayou
Would you way for two mo'
Fo' blows, like you hoes
a nation wide through the ghetto
Fore youngsters, sponsors
fore youngsters on a
of the map now I do

I spin mayor loot and suits
and cripsacks,
Wetsuits and boots
I block niggaz with thighs
with a .45
Make you open while you blast at the lot

What you on
go through it
Drink a lot, made from
bitch, don't you hear the music
My buddy, daz dilly and
You be thanked
With you're petty pang

repeat 2x

To all my niggaz.. and all my
Throw motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a
we don't give a fuck then
Throw your hood up in the air

it out
No bitch ass niggaz, no ass hoes
Dogg pound gangstas in low-lows
You all about the homies
You besta check the
Pencils, playin in the crowd style
Thinkin bout the row outta
With the heater cock bust a rounds
Dogg pound breakin off fools
While the can bust
The facility

I this game down
around and kissed myself like I was james brown
Spin and hit the splits on the ground
Split your crown
this ifs into pounds
Dogg live around,
Niggas the ground
Fuck and get shot up
I tear up
You can ask
Lil cease, mary j. b. and
that nigga 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 blastin
Shakin nigga, nigga
Quit the
Stop blankin

I'm out
by weed smoke
You see me and my in the club,
Thugged up, suited in clothes
We roll, cut
Cause so
On triple gold, see
With weed me and my amigo

2x

Who did that, who
Who spoke on the values,
Who flyyyyy
I to the pimps, players, hustlers and bastards

Why don't you meet me in the o, homie
when I get there,
The hoes be all off on me
I know y'all got a of bitches...

...ha, ha
And like fabulous thangs and life expensive
In nights dippin'
With a pocket of c-notes
Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for
And oh yeah, who got the gangsta
Daz and kurupt, numskull, yuk for shit

Known as playa potna
Slain ice cream and (? )
Rockin hilfiger like kadada
I walk the house of rockwilder,
Just like a
The o-a-k bust and it away
Hoop out the down in la
And then go
Opps! and make a spooked
a couple of screws loose
And find your
Sweatin, buck naked locked up in a coop

Livin that all arts
Zark, and a homes
Pull back and grab your mothafuckin out your chest
If you tested the best like koresh
Get to be
Reincarnated in the flesh
Yes yes

2x