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Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (Whoa)
Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke
And runnin' from the po-po now
Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
Puff, puff puff to the brain shot
Love P.O.D.Ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
Old English, really don't need it,
But in case my trues want to get drunk
They pump bone, so leave 'em alone
You don't want to get shut down
Thug runnin' the nine-quad
And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style
So what now? See the bone thug claim
Thug never gonna change, so flame up
Sit back and just smoke the same cut
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