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[Mr.
Come with us and toast
in the west coast
Finest City with the best hoes, San
the urge to choken, token, poten
But provokin [nation]
I lovin the face facin
Chasin hynas
Havin to and dinna
To and grind her
hatas can not find us
Cause I'm san diego's
Chicanos mirando la ?
ando causando humanos ese
ahora levanta la 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
Smokin a blunt passin it to the
To my OFI
Then it goes to the homie Spanish Fly
Why, cause we gotta get high, so
wit the ladies to the crack of sun rise
Suprise dialated eyes, over
Time to leave I'm comin 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 kinda shit
Make them freaks you
Make em on
Steal your from you

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

I'm ridin low, but I'm all so
Got my top and my head in the sky
Cruisin by the beach checkin out all the
Chrome rims blingin, better get sun glasses
Who's that vato wit the wrist
Even make stuck up do the neck 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
so cold, you think a mothafucka stole it
That to be our stero types, but I don't fit
I never sleep. and I always stay
Always on the grind always mine
Always pack a nine, always mack to a bitch if she's
from the beginin until the end of time
And when I'm wit my son, this shit rewinds
When you see me, don't say he's too for his people
Say he works hard and got's no
If you're hyna I just blow you a
But if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like