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[Verse 1: Cousin Fik]
This [bad word] [bad word] through slamming
Look up in my head and you'll prolly see a cannon
Last man standing if niggas get the blastin'
California bear and you looking like salmon
Cooler than the Phantom with us there's no fam-ous [bad word] on the wasted with us they're no shaming
Pump Jackie Chan and [bad word] Van Dam and
Hating on the family you slumped in the fam
And my hoes pop on handstands, weed it like the sandman
Put'cha [bad word] to sleep rollin sweets by the grand fam
My [bad word] so high he prolly never ever land
And if he did he prolly end up somewhere in Japan
With lean in my socky I'm Rockley and teriyaki
She wanna sucky sucky got her hands in my jocky (my draws)
Like my [bad word] Ed, I'm a go Hardy
You know what I needs when I turns out the party
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[Verse 2: E-40]
Uhh, through the soil just got my whip fixed [bad word] sounding like Chewbacca try'na get up out that [bad word] Stash rocks for a fit, with the ness-naked chick best believe
I'm talking on my Sidekick she rollin' up her weave
I don't live in this world no mo, I live in the sky
You wanna know why, cause I be high as flying soarer fuel
And I don't hang around niggas that ain't cool
I'm talking about to the point where you don't shallow don't wanna hang around you
Uhh, nice guys finish last and stay broke
Bad guys finish first and push dope
I'm a money motivator not a playa hata
Brought my Chevy from a fiend not the auto trainer
Around and bumped into a fella once po but now he got it made
Millionaire now but repeated the seventh grade
Uhh, you can tell by the way that this boss walking
I'm a Bay boy; I like to hear myself talking
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[Verse 3: Turf Talk]
Haters on my line, show a [bad word] no love
Bang on my hip, poking out my soul clug
I like side belly, it's like I cold with it
I'm number 24 when [bad word] to Sick Wid It
On my screen and eagle pipes hella loud
Got'cha [bad word] [bad word] sitting on crocodile
Got my third eye, looking for the cop core
More bass, more bass, I'm a rockstar
Let the wolfs out, mini move mean
Knock, knock, bullets flying through your front screen
I'm still in it, any [bad word] could get it
Yet anybody is subjected to get the [bad word]  bidness
Back to the doggings, throw em on the cobnut
Mo volume that a make the [bad word] jump
I rock gold teeth, but not Sutherlin
I got pink slips, no stuttering
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