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[Mr.
Come with us and toast
Chillin in the west
Finest City with the best hoes, San
Feelin the urge to choken, token,
But provokin [nation]
I the face you're facin
Chasin firme
Havin to and dinna
To and grind her
Playa hatas can not us
Cause I'm san finest
rifando mirando la ?
ando delitos humanos ese
ahora levanta la gent lentamente
Cause I'm the one the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
Cause I'ma stun you the tip of my tongue
a blunt passin it to the side
To my OFI
it goes around to the homie Spanish Fly
Why, cause we get high, so high
Party wit the to the crack of sun rise
Suprise eyes, party over
Time to leave cause I'm comin my high

[Chorus:
This the of shit
Tthat you bump to get to
Smoke a to
Do you want to
the kinda shit that'll
Make freaks want you
Make em on
Steal chesse from you

["O.G." Fly a.k.a Maniac]
up one mornin
Threw on my
Hit the store
Grabed 40 of booze
Rolled up a
Put it to the sky
I be high until the day that I die
With the homies gettin out ain't gotta lie
Califa Thugs playin wit a nine
Playin Russian, it, cock it back
And bust it real
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sick
Always and forever, I'm down for
it's not clever, or in a stormy weather
Kickin it wit homies, roll with phonies
You'll never catch me down 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
Because my 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
Cruisin by the beach out all the asses
Chrome blingin, better get your sun glasses
Who's that wit the frozen wrist
Even make stuck up hoes do the twist
They say a little loco shouldn't like this
That I belong in a or a cutlass
But sorry, if a bucket I don't roll it
Ride so cold, you a mothafucka stole it
That to be our stero types, but I don't fit
I never sleep. and I always stay
on the grind always gettin mine
Always pack a nine, mack to a bitch if she's fine
Sinnin from the until the end of time
And when I'm done wit my son, this shit
you see me, don't say he's too good for his people
Say he works hard and no equal
If you're I just blow you a kiss
But if you a homie throw up the brown fist, like this