I got more game than nintendo. I'm super cold
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I keep these bitches hangin on my colthes. Let em know
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It ain't a thang to swang in da club and get it crunk
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And you can meet me in da front like what, I pop da trunk
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But I can't stay I gotta go
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Because da police on the way a nigga know
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You better roll outta they way n pull out slow
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Leave da spot with a bang of a .44
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Now you know I smoke that potent dro. My purple cold
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And you can get it from my ? Joe. That's by th Zone
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Yo nose is open when I let it blow. Call up my chick
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And toss da bag and baby you roll you can roll
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Hey you can smoke that's is you move out da way. And watch ya tone
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Stay on da low and wear da k n coke ?
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Too bad my probations today. I gotta go gotta go
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I got more game than nintendo
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Got sticky icky in my dickie clothes. Hand on da stove
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And don't nobody tell me anymore. Just let me go
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It ain't a thang when we hit da floor. My niggas know
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Me wild insane see my '64. Open da door
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W my vehicle call up my killas from da way
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And you can
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My nigga call him
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And now u know I keep da sickest flow. Gun in my pocket
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You can catch me at da liquor store. Right next to rocket
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Where my money hustle hungry ah put down da buddy
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Let's go
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Nintendo
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