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are like ya shoulders Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colored (aahh) You see V-I-P Me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov Drinkin Cris like its H-2-O All we
let the champagne flow Im tryin' to get outta here wit' somethin' freaky to poke You know what it is, you seen it befo' We call him "H2O, he froze ice
' fo' Pulled out a yard and said, "We bettin' a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love Kickin' back fadin', put the flame to the joint 3-2, drop baby, 3-2
3001, another classic. Go ahead ask him, Bitches bout. "H,ow i'B smokin' ouT". Party all night! O yea it's going down. Order rounds we smokin' quarter pound of that g'ud stuff. O
pussy banger dice slanger still janky Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers And this bitch I'm strangelin Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off H double O
yella broad, automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin
cliffhangers, I'm a show 'em how to tip toe Here to wreck a set, bang, when I drop my fifth O H-Town, San Anton', ATX, Fort Worth Dallas to the valley
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hit this with a nine (with a nine) still garuantied to ganstafy your mind (your mind) my affiliation is the M-O-B (O-B) seven smash artists young H-O-G (O
khakis hang Westside connect gang connect gang bing bing bang Run away run away don't mess around or get fade By this H double O to D to the S.T.A Ain
tryin' to come up on ki's Till I die nothin' but guns and weed Till I die givin' you just what you need [unverified] Till I die is gon' be H double O
(inhaling) and this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads get a bag of dope in a quarter o (repeat2x) (chorus)(repeat2
those bands Preaching with motherfucking X's on their hands The Youth Of Yesterday, what else can I say The times have changed and they've faded away
the greatest And can't nobody my age can ever ever fade this I'm unfadeable, I'm untouchable I'm on a mission now I'm in transition now B-O double double O
Lil' O and [Big Moe] 2x each And another one [And another one] Chorus [Big Moe] 2x Get back Get back All you haters trying to get my stash [trying
broad automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some
ya mouth wide open now ya lookin' crazy Drank makes ya laazzyyy Jus ask the Barre Baby He still stand tall wit a vigilate Po' it up [Chorus: H.A.W.K., Z-Ro, Big Moe] [Verse 2