January
8 February 2008
Shoo
I was all in the club sippin some Hen
Smokin on a blunt of dro
When a peep this lil hoe out
I was all in the bar when driftaa
Shorty damn came over then she hit the floor now
See through dress lo
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my
Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemens, Ya'll know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the
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