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[Mr.
Come with us and toast
Chillin in the coast
City with the best hoes, San Diego
Feelin the urge to choken, token,
But provokin hallucination
I lovin the face facin
Chasin hynas
Havin to and dinna
To bump and her
Playa can not find us
I'm san diego's finest
Chicanos mirando la ?
ando causando delitos ese
ahora levanta la manos lentamente
Cause I'm the one the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
I'ma stun you with the tip of my tongue
Smokin a blunt it to the side
To my OFI
Then it goes around to the homie Fly
Why, cause we gotta get high, so
wit the ladies to the crack of sun rise
Suprise dialated eyes, over
Time to cause I'm comin down my high

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

["O.G." Spanish Fly a.k.a
Woke up one
Threw on my
Hit the store
Grabed 40 ounce of
up a joint
Put it to the sky
I be gettin high the day that I die
With the homies gettin druged out gotta lie
Califa Thugs kickin playin wit a
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 roll with
You'll never me strolling down the street with no knowmies
Keep my head fool, I never look
No one can catch me that's on me and on the brown
So up to what I say
my shits out, and it's out to stay

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