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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 blow lye like its "God Buddha"
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' a known shooter
Baby spit it to the limit, run into the abyss
You know its god 7 on your top ten list
Its kamikaze, look into the of a pisces
and Las talkin' shit is where you might find me
Fillmo' down from the nose to the
Get your cell you can picture every pose
Picture all the clothes, all the hoes
Picture the perfection your money pile grows
You gotta crocodile style, I gators
They still bite, so fresh with the flavor
Got Khan? Fillmore's number one
Steak, potatoes, garlic and some prawns!

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

Marv]
Yeah, nigga I'ma fool
Trees for breakfast, eat by noon
24 Davins, showin the lip
The rest of the women, same color as the
out and crack a nigga shit wide open
Jump back in the nickle with the barrel smokin
Fillmore nigga, yeah break bread
I want no pussy, I don't want no head
But you can get a sack of that stuff
gin and a bag of that Hillary Duff
I'ma pimp, trapped in a body
I'm on and gonna fuck around and hurt somebody
On tuesday and thursday the ghost up
Then everybody runs, fuck you up
I'ma shady ass nigga, man I gon' lie
I just wanna sell dope, weed and get high, you BITCH

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

Nickatina]
You mistake me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Slick talk and my Slick Rick walk
I rings like the planet called Saturn
The money's movin' baby then your body is the
You know I out like it's witness protection
Some people start to stare a model car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a briefcase
My came up off the word "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy runs through my structure
My bottom ho cries, I never say I love her
It's a 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' 'til the sun
What's your astrology, and your
I a little bit to get you to follow me
I'm like the quality, you like the
Fillmore and ain't no apology

Marv]
San baby
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's,
Wally on my hip, good weed in my
niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH