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[Mr.
with us and let's toast
Chillin in the west
Finest City with the best hoes, San
Feelin the to choken, token, poten
But provokin [nation]
I the face you're facin
Chasin hynas
to wine and dinna
To and grind her
Playa can not find us
Cause I'm san finest
Chicanos rifando la ?
ando causando humanos ese
ahora levanta la manos lentamente
I'm the one with the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
Cause I'ma 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, cause we get high, so high
Party wit the ladies to the crack of sun
Suprise eyes, party over
Time to leave cause I'm down my high

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

["O.G." Fly a.k.a Maniac]
Woke up one
Threw on my
Hit the liquor
Grabed 40 of booze
Rolled up a
Put it to the sky
I be high until the day that I die
the homies gettin druged out ain't gotta lie
Califa Thugs kickin wit a nine
Russian, pull it, cock it back
And bust it real
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sounds
Always and forever, I'm for whatever
it's not clever, or in a stormy weather
Kickin it wit homies, never with phonies
You'll never me strolling down the street with no knowmies
Keep my head fool, I look down
No one can catch me slippin on me and on the brown
So up to what I say
Because my shits out, and out to stay

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