(B-Legit) Ya see I'm nuttin' but a player call me bad news bear And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there And on my second time thru, you know how I do I get some head, and some ends and I'm gone by 2 I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6 So when you coming in, bring your womanfriends I got a few dogs posted at my telly D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly And we gone try to tear the fuckin' roof of something We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin' A bitch got mad cause she didn't get chose Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Your nigga went wild when he first seen that Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat We was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blue Fuckin' wit this Click crew And the worst things that happens when your out of the state They lock a nigga down and take away his dank It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick Fiendin' for a motherfuckin' fix Chorus: (E-40) Smoke and we will go Puffin' on indo So put that back Cause we don't fuck wit that (B-Legit) I left Minnesota cause the spot was tired Hit Louiville and the spot was fire Old school sittin' on straight laced kicks Reminding me of 1986 Fools burnin' rubber, fuck some switches Niggas from the bay smokin' up on bitches B was on the gash, smashin' yo Hoes passin' out cause there to much smoke Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute I let you hit my weed and it's straight up shittin' In your draws, Guess jeans and all And then you had no one, give E a call But he called back and wasn't fuckin' wit you Cause hoes down South know good voo-doo Fuck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie Period blood mixed in your spaghetti And if I could I would roll a vega >From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz You niggas light it for me and I'm pass it to Quinn And let it out when you get to chin Chorus I'm finally hittin' Cali after 3 weeks gone Than ran out of boomb and I'm glad to be home Now who on my phone, Dante or Bruce I be there in a minute to do what we do See, it's a triviant game, cause we gone smoke And blow big dubs from young body and all And I can't give a fuck if you're drunk or smoked Imma give you a 5 we gone light the ... In to the ... told the shit on the street Some of tha homies that be restin' in peace The shit won't cease till I see D I know my homie got a fat blunt for me Pine apple juice, malibu rum 1501 get your dickhead done When it gets like that, you know I gots to fuck Or maybe kcikback and get my dickhead sucked I won't ask for much, just ass and guts And brand new speakers for my oldschool cut A big fat sack of that dohja So I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed to Chorus
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