Goin' to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin' crook You want
' high as a kite I got no time for bullshittin', I have to start lickin' 'Cause niggas get jeal off the shit Kel be kickin' Get your free head ups, 'cause I
I see him ninety nice, Southside gon' be iight I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight
to tha last roach) Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell Ring ding ding do I hear some bells or am I just trippin thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin
i haven't seen you in years yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere i thought i had a pebble in my sock i pulled it off and shook out a wasp it
I break this slang shit down Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is
off the Earth Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow But I'm nicer than the happy-
code of the street I think about you when I'm loadin' my heat But I'd rather thow blows to ya teeth Cuz I was always talkin', shootin' hoe's is weak I
Who want it Who want it I can sell it I can sell it Who need it Who need it I can sell it I can sell it I got a gold mouthpiece I can sell it [x2] Holla
the porch with my broads on Watoo Dude you done broke fuckin code I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload Be like I can motherfuckin explode Talkin about I
kite strings I'ma never give, I'm juiced off ejection I'm stubborn as a thousand born agains avoiding questions From the alpha to the sand I bake the
From the old school I consider loyally true" [SOS] I'm so old school I was at the first supper serving soulfood And Arroz con Pollo', but I bet you had
I think that cross is like a kite that left a skeleton And I think that Russell was right, but that's irrelevant friend For all I know there'll be nothing
Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, \"Certainly!\" Higher than the kite, I'm high off life. At the height of my career a high priest on mikes. I'm anti
Goin to camp and it ain't Camp Snoopy (Wassup?) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin crook You
... it's your rag "never" Yeah, I stick hand tight I drop a kite to my nigga in the pen doin' ten I put a nigga in a cage, but I'm never on his back While
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