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Hey (c'mon)
To the full degree (c'mon, geah it out)
(check it out)
We it
Gettin' that
We it
it out

Federalies gaffling up so it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being
nite hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em to the letter
We the chedder
To the way days
Where the half ounce
Gun tucked by the
As the one time
Gets my bail on cause I tryin' to get caught around here
Be another locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ? , big bambino
Roulette 20 g's in the casino
Hits the blackjack in armani
(in a 9-6-5 I'm clyde, my is bonnie)
Too
Better yet too clean, the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but they catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, nobody I
Only the half ounce smokers get no like us

I do you got paper?
it out

I said we got paper, no uh
Get your anyway you can
Floss around town, bitch the man...

To the
When I used to keeps my in the bush
be clientele with parents that push
In my drop top the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up? bitch touch at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the pager ringing
payday, ho's know, that's why they start singing
Dollar bills
And me away pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on
Ain't no government away free cheese
And the bitch going through that floss on these d's
Better watch out cause might have you straight to your knees
Have a nigga out to the first degree
Not me - drivin' to big yachts
It's getting kinda hectic, I'm the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold that's down
to this mob

Chorus...

Money come easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ? off?
No ever ran off
my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to unload
My bring paradise
side till I die, uh
Pocket of ice
No squads
still
Walks the
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't
Paper much that's with starsky & hutch
Give me the fed
Locked away won't be nice, peep a stretched out with federal life
times
No way out, surrender
But I got clout to stay out till september
D.a. I'll fly away
To another country won't extradite my stay
Me and a little by the bay
Pounds of yay' mr. tony ?
And ain't got paper like this

Chorus...

Half ounce in the
Half in your mouth
And ain't nobody got like this