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[Mr.
Come with us and let's
Chillin in the west
Finest with the best hoes, San Diego
the urge to choken, token, poten
But provokin hallucination
I the face you're facin
firme hynas
Havin to wine and
To and grind her
Playa can not find us
Cause I'm san finest
Chicanos mirando la ?
causando delitos humanos ese
ahora la manos gent lentamente
Cause I'm the one the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
Cause stun you with the tip of my tongue
a blunt passin it to the side
To my OFI
Then it goes around to the homie Fly
Why, we gotta get high, so high
Party wit the ladies to the of sun rise
Suprise dialated eyes, party
to leave cause I'm comin down my high

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This the kinda of
Tthat you bump to get to
a blunt to
Do you want to
This the kinda that'll
Make them freaks you
em cheat on
Steal your chesse you

["O.G." Spanish Fly a.k.a
up one mornin
Threw on my
Hit the liquor
Grabed 40 ounce of
up a joint
Put it to the sky
I be gettin until the day that I die
With the homies gettin druged out ain't lie
Thugs kickin playin wit a nine
Playin Russian, pull it, cock it
And it real quick
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sick
Always and forever, I'm for whatever
it's not clever, or in a stormy weather
Kickin it wit homies, never roll phonies
You'll never catch me strolling the street with no knowmies
my head fool, I never look down
No one can catch me slippin on me and on the brown
So up to what I say
my shits out, and it's out to stay

I'm low, but I'm all so high
Got my top droped and my in the sky
by the beach checkin out all the asses
Chrome rims blingin, get your sun glasses
Who's that vato wit the wrist
Even make stuck up hoes do the twist
They say a little loco shouldn't roll like
That I belong in a or a cutlass
But sorry, if it's a bucket I don't it
Ride so cold, you think a mothafucka it
That seems to be our stero types, but I fit
I never sleep. and I always committed
Always on the grind always gettin
Always pack a nine, mack to a bitch if she's fine
from the beginin until the end of time
And when I'm done wit my son, shit rewinds
When you see me, don't say he's too for his people
Say he works hard and no equal
If you're hyna I just blow you a
But if you a homie I'll throw up the fist, like this