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

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

Marv]
Yeah, nigga I'ma mothafuckin'
Trees for breakfast, eat by noon
24 Davins, only the lip
The of the women, same color as the whip
Jump out and a nigga shit wide open
Jump back in the nickle with the still smokin
Fillmore nigga, yeah bitch break
I don't want no pussy, I don't no head
But you can get a sack of that stuff
gin and a bag of that Hillary Duff
I'ma pimp, in a gangsta's body
I'm on dope and fuck around and hurt somebody
On tuesday and the ghost pull up
everybody runs, they'll fuck you up
I'ma ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie
I just wanna sell dope, smoke and get high, you BITCH

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

Nickatina]
You might me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Slick Rick talk and my Rick walk
I wear rings like the planet Saturn
The movin' baby then your body is the pattern
You know I out like it's witness protection
people start to stare like a model car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan
My hood came up off the "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy through my body structure
My bottom ho cries, I never say I love her
It's a cold word, thats why I
My lawyer is a motherfucker, very naughty
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' the sun rise
What's your astrology, and biography
I talk a bit to get you to follow me
I'm the quality, you like the quanity
Fillmore born and no apology

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