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This is for my 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 their on

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 on, to get their smoke on

Blaze up, all the bang
Round up all the little locs, as the sky
and mash your body, just another day
Real high until pistols ain't reached for the sky
quarter pound of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from ain't never gonna change
So where you from

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

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

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

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

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

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

with the checkered flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the first to blast, Niva

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

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

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

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

knew what I wanted to see
And that's paper, have next to G's
Ain't nothing but hanging with me
any nigga who steppin' left to me

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

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

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