Pass that blunt man..
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(Chorus X2)
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Ya Jumpin outta character, tryin 2 be a gangsta,
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But u really a bitch ass nigga aint ya,
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Keep talkin and Im a let the 40 spray paint ya,
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Everybody knows your a wanksta..
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(Verse 1):
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Thats right, put on the foot locker uniform,
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I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo forehead, you'll look like a unicorn,(WOO)
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I never slip whether I got flip flop or sneakers on,
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Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong,
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They aint attracted 2 u,
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U tryin 2 floss in yo Platinum Fubu,
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Yo shits weak and ya tracks are do do,
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I got a lung like a chimney,
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The old heads dig me,
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I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney,
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My uncle smokin dat OOO wee,
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I tell him 2 chill but he steady trippin,
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Blinkin his eyes more than Eddy Griffin(YEA)
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This nigga steady snitchin,
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Til we see em, leavin da crime scene wit a whole lot of spaghetti missin,
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We 2 hot 2 ignore us, the bitches adore us,
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They chew a nigga up on da tour bus,
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Go home and kiss u, hug u squeeze u,
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The whole time u thinkin its cuz u diesel(YEA)
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(Chorus X2)
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(Verse 2):
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These niggaz want me wet like a grimlin,
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Shakin da timlin,
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When Im around, bitches start shakin and tremblin,
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Im like a Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian,
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Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican,
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U wont believe what Im swimmin in,
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I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder, it look like a cinamon,
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I can do da job betta,
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These niggaz crushed up in a Coop, likin tighter than a Bob Sleder,
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U a actor, better yet a actress,
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Start beef, and do a video pumpin ya black fist(YEA)
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Dog Im not like a lot of heads,
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Trust me, I'll put a switchblade in yo nostrol like Radamez,
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And at the time a ladies man,
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Icy watch, Navy band, play me plam,
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My records should be 80 grand,
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Aint a team out that can do it da way we can(YEA)
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Chorus X 2
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Tryin To Be A Gangsta
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Lloyd Banks |