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Rock the
Rock the

This is for my killas that 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 smoke on

is for my killas 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We organized the killings, don't be the plots
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 here
'Cause y'all don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard the day to dark
Like the fourth of July when the candles

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

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

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

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