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Ho, ha (Ha, ha) Let's go! Yo, now everybody welcome me back like I'm Carter It's 90's ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shubba America's most blunted, Cheech and Chong say I'm don dada A bounty hunter for the sour, I'ma hit your hood I'm in pocket, how I get around I'm on my toes like a midget in a urinal Whoever your connect boy, better tell 'em (Yes, sir) I'm looking for the killer I'm trying to catch a felon I'm looking for who's selling Merry cooking my cerebellum I pin and tell them my art is war, Machiavellian By day seven, see what you're smelling is me inhaling You see that seven of seven C's, call me (Let's go) Magellan I'll call the reverend, Mac 11 and split your melon If that don't get him a honeydew, in a split second America's most, put us both in the spokes section With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Letras de cancionesNow everybody say, da-da-da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Brick City, Staten Island, let's go Hey, punk brothers, you got the herb, the blood covered You came to beef with a butter knife, that don't cut it Just cold busted, wild style when I crush it The gilla house got a gilla monster, cold blooded You are ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget Bunch of buzz killers, buzz buggers, they asking how you do it Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it (Ayo Meth, I got it) Granddaddy and I'm listening to Bob Marley I tear the roof off the Porsche like his house parted (Let's go) I got the new edition, that green homie, it's a killer Ralph, Ricky, Mike, Bobby, Ronnie, and Johnny (Whoo) Niggas say they got gas, but it's all gas They talking like a podcast, nigga haul ass I never share and I don't pass the clip Cause that shit on his lip got some shit on his lip, nigga Yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Brick City, Staten Island, let's go Ayo Meth, this weed I got, bruh I swear on my mama I can see the future The hood say I got kushtradamus I'm at court in marijuana pajamas The judge said, "You smoke bud?" I'm like, yeah, your honor I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low Cause I'm lookin' at your O's, nigga, like, what are those? I got a party in LA If I run out of bud, I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga Pardon my French, I'm so international This is Doc MF, Jim Fu Man, Sacrebleu The skunk on me, mona me, pep liqueur Call ya Matthew if that's how I get me F with you This is Vexone More energized, no rest for me No positive without negative, more less, homie The best bud in the West on me, no stress on me Protect that neck, cause me and Brody got necks on me I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Now everybody say, da-da-da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that I'm like, hey, this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that Brick City, Staten Island From Letras Mania