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[Mr.
Come us and let's toast
Chillin in the west
City with the best hoes, San Diego
Feelin the urge to choken, token,
But hallucination [nation]
I the face you're facin
Chasin firme
Havin to and dinna
To and grind her
Playa can not find us
Cause I'm san diego's
Chicanos rifando la ?
ando delitos humanos ese
levanta la manos 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
Smokin a blunt passin it to the
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 dialated eyes, party
Time to leave cause I'm down my high

[Chorus:
the kinda of shit
Tthat you bump to get to
Smoke a to
Do what you 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 store
Grabed 40 ounce of
up a joint
Put it to the sky
I be gettin high until the day I die
the homies gettin druged out ain't gotta lie
Califa kickin playin wit a nine
Playin Russian, it, cock it back
And it real quick
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sounds
and forever, I'm down for whatever
Whether it's not clever, or in a weather
Kickin it wit homies, never with phonies
You'll never catch me strolling down the street no knowmies
Keep my head fool, I never look
No one can catch me slippin on me and on the brown
So listen up to I say
Because my shits out, and it's out to

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 do the neck twist
They say a loco shouldn't roll like this
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 stay committed
on the grind always gettin mine
Always pack a nine, always mack to a if she's fine
Sinnin from the until the end of time
And when I'm done wit my son, this rewinds
When you see me, don't say too good for his people
Say he works hard and no equal
If hyna I just blow you a kiss
But if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like