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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 their on, to get their smoke on

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

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

Semi-automatic shotgun blast a
When I trip then, then the clip
Not giving a is the motto
Bitches gobble and swallow, we hallows
And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads
Hit the liquor store for sure right after I unload the

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

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

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

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

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

Mack-a-jack the checkered flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

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

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

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

I told y'all niggas never come around
y'all motherfuckers don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard the day to dark
Like the fourth of July the candles spark

Always knew I wanted to see
And that's paper, have next to G's
Ain't but killers hanging with me
Blast any nigga who steppin' to me

So soon we'll take your shit, whoop your ass, your bitch
thought it would happen but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas fuck with this

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

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