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This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

Blaze up, all the bang
up all the little locs, high as the sky
Smash and your body, just another day
Real high until your pistols ain't for the sky
This quarter pound of bomb, a quarter of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't gonna change
So where you from

shotgun blast a herb
When I trip then, then the clip
Not a fuck is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we hallows
And I'm first to launch off the heads nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure after I unload the forty-four

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get their on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures make a feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga older
And another gift from a sweet lick to a cheap
All a get 'cause it get rich

flight to the top, first class
Miss Lady got a ass, fast as you want to be
Lady follow me, I'm a southwest G
Team Kurupt

giving a fuck, I will make a tick know what's up
Blowin' up, finish up I bust a nut
I'm in girl's guts screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, fuck

Mack-a-jack with the checkered
all bad, make me mad
So be the first to blast, Niva

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

We organized the killings, don't be playin' the
Come here, you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the
Pop, pop one of they homies

I told niggas never come around here
'Cause y'all motherfuckers don't pump no
nobody hard whether the day to dark
Like the fourth of July when the candles

Always knew what I to see
And that's having paper, next to G's
Ain't nothing but killers with me
Blast any who steppin' left to me

So soon take your shit, whoop your ass, fuck your bitch
Never it would happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas can't fuck this

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on