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Yeah, yeah Huh, turn me up (Let me hear a drum play) Yeah I figure they just livin' to die I see they crashin' out all in they eyes Them niggas hungry and they gotta try I'm aware when I'm outside Every second is precious time Roll my lowrider by the second line, I ain't stoppin', though Might burn a jernt up with my partner, though, in front the store And then I'm in the wind, I'm in the air like pollen Phone rung again, I hear that money callin' Catch me, I'm fallin', not holdin' back, I'm all in Frontline for New Orlеans Layin' lawless, you gotta have heart, but you gotta bе heartless Who live larger, the smartest or the hardest? I'm not sure, doggy, I seen it go bad for all of 'em Money talkin', bullshit walkin' Procrastinators crawlin' into incinerator Dump they world and ashes in the garbage Aspirated engine, eight cylinders my Ferrari I could paint a picture with an ink pen, I'm an artist Ha Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches Letras de cancionesSaid we smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures You can keep a secret, we could Huh Yeah Lighter flicker, light that Popeye spinach, I'm strengthenin' Checkpoint collected, drive time extended Upgraded my suspension, that bitch handlin' Like Allen Iverson, the livest one The highest one, always been him I just don't argue with niggas, they done a metric ton Of audio dope, still smellin' like the Left Coast I sell it and I chef up more, run up the score Marina never seen so many cigarette boats Shit like this'll probably never ever happen no more Legends of the fog, bong smoke in the armored car SL600, I got four more R129, that's the two-door W126, I swear I'm gettin' extra rich In San Diego jammin' Mitch and Slick With an ink pen in my fist, I could write a brick From Letras Mania