[Incomprehensible]
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I just bought me a Coupe De ville
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Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
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Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
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Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
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I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack
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And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin'
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Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga
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Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe
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Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
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Throwin' all packed [Incomprehensible] and we all wear vests
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When the shit pop out, who gonna stunt
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Nigga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk
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These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
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But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk
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Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
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Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk
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Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
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Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk
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All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
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These niggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk
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You niggas didn't know that I was out of control
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Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo'
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Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
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Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no niggas
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In my face, trying to question me about some drama
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Only answer to two people God and my mama
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Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
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Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss
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I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend
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[Incomprehensible] on the Gin, I think he said, "Trippin' once again"
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It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
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Ridin' past yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya
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You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you better listen
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While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position
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Niggas that know me know I specialize in havin' bump
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You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk
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These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
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Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
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Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
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'Cause I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk
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Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
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Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
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All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
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Smokin' at the Tittie bar I had to pop the trunk
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Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
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Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies
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Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies
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Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries
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Only money conversation and big thighs
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Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies
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And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
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When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise
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Nobody move too fast I advise
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Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
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Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
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And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye
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I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs
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And ask my agent bout my fuckin' shoe size
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But fuckin' wit' us ain't wise
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We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
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What, the trunk
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These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
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I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
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Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
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Man I'm sippin' on [Incomprehensible] poppin' the trunk
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Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
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[Incomprehensible] I had to pop the trunk
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All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
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To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk
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I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk
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California to Texas poppin' the trunk
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UGK and Celly Cell we 'bout to pop the trunk
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Sippin' on Hennessey [Incomprehensible] I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
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Smoke somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
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Smoke somethin', representin' money, like too short bitch
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Pop The Trunk
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