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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Robitussin one, two
Robitussin one, two
That nigga Tall Can G
Swope's a nigga, and that's real
Hookin' this shit up for my little brother Tall Can
You know what I'm sayin'?
That nigga Lil' Blue in this motherfucker
And that's some real shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's about twelve o'clock, you know what I'm sayin'?
Higher than a motherfucker, drunker than a motherfucker
Like the Swope's and niggas do it
You know what I'm sayin'?
So I'ma have my little brother Tall Can
Shoot y'all niggas some game real quick though
You know what I'm sayin'?
This Brotha Lynch Hung
You know, I'll be back in a minute
But uh, check out my little bro
Hit 'em up, nigga
I'ma let my four smoke, hit your block
Now who the G you know the most?
Hittin' switches on them thangs
Sideways, white walls, candy paint
Aqua blue with gold flakes
Dark tint to hide the chronic smoke
And the old way, make them hoes wait
Nigga, this Tall Can G
21St Street, the worst street that them hoes could ever see
The right about, now where nothin' happenin' but the block
Where that chronic keep growin' and that rippin' never stop
Tick-tock, the back of the six-four
Nigga, give up your shit or get stuck
No love shown, so with no love given
Pack a whole murder scene from day one
Who the fuck is this?
Shit the one that's sixteen in zero point three seconds flat
The crystal meth, pistol kept them niggas on they back
We love 'til I get mine, make them haters shit spine
Every time with a nine
There's toe tag and a pine box
Nigga shoulda kept the nine cocked
Sideways, sideways
Precaution
When a pistol pop and your body go drop
Ain't no time for plottin'
Sideways, sideways
Get hit with the black
Got the four-four mag and the toes on attack
Hit you up with the block style rag
Kill a ho, kill a ho, kill a ho, kill a ho
Fuck that bitch, the shit makin' you rich
In a ditch, and then I holler out, "Switch"
'Cause it ain't no fun if the homies can't handle
While you standin' there lookin' all silly
'Cause in the Sacramento city, we show no love for no ass and titties
Gotta eat, but I ain't got no money
So I gotta do what I gotta do
When I keep a hundred with the forty, ooh
You better run if you got on your shoes
Nigga be cruisin' and refuse to lose
When they fuckin' with them niggas with the
Keepin' with the long machine
You better be ready for that
'Cause they been worried about what I got
Stackin' chips, but you go get yours
See, jealousy my knowledge of
Every time, I'm like Cadillac doors
But if you yours, I got the
And the game be wack
'Cause if you don't, you gon' be a broke cat with half a blunt
Tell my boy the broke chat, can't hold back
Free, when they fuck with me
RG from the South every time that I open my mouth
Niggas don't really know what I'm about
I'm about stackin' chips like bubbles
Anybody's hustle
Bubble
Leave your ass in a world of trouble
Muscle, tussle with the thangs in life
Keep, uh, stackin' your chips
Don't go to fuck up with the pipe
Right and left is how I'm swingin' that fifty
Hit 'em up with the four-four slugs to your kidneys
And you still couldn't get me
So swiftly, I'ma do that with the lyrical spit
Don't jump off a young G sideways off his shit
Sideways, sideways
Precaution
When a pistol pop and your body go drop
Ain't no time for plottin'
Sideways, sideways
Get hit with the black
Got the four-four mag and the toes on attack
Hit you up with the block style rag
Sideways, sideways
Precaution
When a pistol pop and your body go drop
Ain't no time for plottin'
Sideways, sideways
Get hit with the black
Got the four-four mag and the toes on attack
Hit you up with the block style rag
Uh, PCP, Levels of the Gang
Got Brotha Lynch Hung, Tall Can, Lil' Blue up in the studio
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, you know, niggas ain't feelin' me, you know what I'm sayin'?
Lil' Blue, 29th Street, and I'm gettin' this music out here, man
Thanks to my homie G. Idus, understand me?
Uh, PCP
Uh
Yeah, like to give a shoutout to all my folks
You know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutout to my homie Big JD, Lil' Pig
Big Pig, you know what I'm sayin'?
And this album's dedicated to Lil' Mark Cuz and Lil' Tall Can
TJ Stacks up in the studio
That motherfucker solo
Puttin' it down
Eastside, Southside, North to the West
PCP for life, and we out
Shit
Biatch
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