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They say there's good times and bad times
Well let me talk about the good in the hood
Cuz this might be the last time I get to say my peace
I might decease cuz the bad do take over sometimes cappishe
Were from the home of the killer bees
When our Millis be peeling these cats
Filling these gats some civilians get taxed
The feelings get cacked I'm killing these rats
Half of the time but mostly we just chill and relax
Women we mack fulltime hustlers money we stack
Six dudes who ride in the front and four in the back
Two if your fat in your own car follow the pat
Got some jack in my lap the homie back
It's that lust coasting after the bottle they look like a model
Otherwise one of the homies will do me the botto
My crews motto let's get some naked time baby if not
Well drop you off and we'll see you tomorrow

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Im that rolling stone
That roams the street stoned
Unless you got some money for me leave me alone
It's my life and I live it
Too short for a loan
So I can't do it your way I stick to my own
Block parties back yard boogies
And mosy wosies
Alcohol music hoes and homies
Girls that hold me and love me
Think the world of me
Beautiful women that don't give a fuck if I'm ugly
I got more time than money homes you know the song
If you think they get angel from me your dead wrong
Those that play games get clowned my gang strong
They get the LD then we move them along
To the next peak, the next drink
The next joint get my eyes pink
Who gives a fuck what you think
It's in the name of fun
That's how my game is run
And I'll be joking and toking
Till my days are done

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