Key: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Smoke something
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Took out the air bag put
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Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack
cause I'm from Texas,
fifth on the back
And bust a right Coney Island pop the
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Niggas was happening put they
Burboun to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was
wild west
Throwing all packed ? and
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When the shit pop out, who gon stunt,
I fin to pop the trunk
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[UGK] These niggas keep talking like
Verse 2
they want the funk
But niggas love to talk shit
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Running off at they dick suckers
getting it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this weed
you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch
These niggas steady running me hot
Verse 3
I was
outta control
chopper straight to yo fo
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Head you better off dead than to fuck
around with psycho niggas
I don't even like no niggas
me about some drama
Only answer to two people:
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Far as niggas trying to put me in the cross,
Nina Ross hoe house boss
Dm
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I bet you mind something in,
run and tell a friend
"trippin" once again
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It ain't no stopping me, get at me
then I'm dumping on ya,
out the window slumping on ya
While I shoot this shit before you
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Niggas that know me know
I specialize in having bump
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You can have the tail way from the shovel so
we can pop the trunk
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These niggas keep talking like
Verse 4
they want the funk
Man cause his bitch chose me
getting it crunk
Cause I'm fucking yo gal
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Steady fronting like a man but
you show me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car
smoke some scum
Smoking at the tittie bar
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[Bun B] Under Cali's blue skies,
Verse 5
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Even when we tell the truth,
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the hoes we lies,
Man ain't no disguise,
doing ninety week flies,
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men and small fries,
Only money conversation
Let me talk to your boss man,
act so surprised,
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hands start to rise,
Nobody move too fast I advise,
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D
Or you can catch a hot one right
Recognize I done set
me sights on the prize,
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An d put lights out with boom fifty bye,
bye's,
I'm labeling my life off of
rap and weed highs,
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fucking shoe size.,
But fucking wit us ain't wise,
to pop the trunk
Verse 6
they want the funk
I knew he was the police
Dm
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Running off at they dick
suckers gettin it crunk
Man I'm sipping on
show me a punk
smoke some scum
To make it, make it crunk I had to
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pop the trunk
Verse 7
[Pimp C] I know that they some bitches had to
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pop the trunk
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the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to
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pop the trunk
G
Sipping on Hennessy ? I fin to pop the trunk,
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bitch
Smoke somethin,
Gm
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D time, PA, uh, '97
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Smoke something,
like Too $hort bitch
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