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    Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
    Bitch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael
    Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor
    My beat wake the block up like "Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors"
    They call the po-po, I'm cocking back the 44
    The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
    Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
    Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescents
    Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments
    And I go so hard, that's why your bitch keep on caressing
    Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
    But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins
    2010, bitch we get it in
    Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins
    Doobies in Jacuzzis, white bitches with big booties
    I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies

    I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos
    It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
    (I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
    Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps)
    Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
    Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling
    (I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer
    Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one's too Hype to bore you)

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    Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy
    Let's fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
    Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be
    Glass house on a beach for when I want to get Sandy
    Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy
    I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny
    Girls drop them panties, even their aunties.. no grannies
    Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon
    Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on
    We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
    Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
    Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
    I got the hood with me, I'm the nigga with the power
    Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies
    Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family

    I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit
    But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this
    This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict
    I'm fucking sick, there's no resolution to this conflict
    Well, death might be one
    But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come
    I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
    They're confused, scratch their heads like theres fucking lice in it
    Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin'
    Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded
    Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors
    Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's
    And Volvo's, because they fuck with lame niggas
    They ain't learn? Hatin' niggas won't make your chain bigger
    You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your shit's on
    You get fake applause like a TV sitcom

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    Composición: Vincent Turner, Left Brain, G. Long, Domo Genesis, Hodgy Beats y M. Mike G Griffin II

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