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[Andre
Man, I'ma run my mouth and get your corporate
Bring my benz out in the middle of a
I lye like its "God Bless Buddha"
sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter
Baby spit it to the limit, run into the abyss
You know its god number 7 on your top ten
Its kamikaze, look into the eyes of a
and Las Vegas talkin' shit is where you find me
Fillmo' from the nose to the toes
Get cell phone you can picture every pose
Picture all the clothes, picture all the
Picture the perfection when your money pile
You gotta crocodile style, I gators
They still might bite, so fresh the flavor
Got Khan? number one sign
Steak, potatoes, garlic and some prawns!

[Chorus: Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
Fillmo' try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah money is the
and run town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, good weed in my
Gangsta niggas in the whip,
(Your not dealin clowns
When you try to kick hop, your body shut down)

[Messy
Yeah, nigga mothafuckin' fool
for breakfast, eat brunch by noon
24 Davins, showin the lip
The of the women, same color as the whip
out and crack a nigga shit wide open
Jump back in the nickle the barrel still smokin
Fillmore nigga, yeah bitch bread
I don't want no pussy, I don't no head
But you can get a sack of purple stuff
Some gin and a bag of that Hillary
I'ma pimp, trapped in a body
I'm on dope and gonna fuck and hurt somebody
On and thursday the ghost pull up
everybody runs, they'll fuck you up
I'ma shady ass nigga, man I ain't lie
I just sell dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH

Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's,
(Yeah money is the
and run around like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, good in my mouth
niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin with
When you try to hop, watch your body shut down)

Nickatina]
You might mistake me for E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Slick Rick talk and my Slick Rick
I wear rings like the called Saturn
The money's movin' baby then your is the pattern
You I hide out like it's witness protection
people start to stare like a model car collection
You it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan briefcase
My came up off the word "freebase"
Man the soul of a runs through my body structure
My bottom ho cries, I never say I love her
a cold word, thats why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, very
hot lies, I hit Popeye's for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' the sun rise
What's astrology, and your biography
I a little bit to get you to follow me
I'm like the quality, you like the
Fillmore and ain't no apology

[Messy
San baby
niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
Wally on my hip, weed in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip,