rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A
day that made me sick in tha head So crazy, interrogation So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades You niggas wanna be the T H U G?
back hump back Soda cook the dope together jump back jump back Meet any weather cock it pump back pump back If ya bust it first Imma dump back dump
times a day I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town Goin hard in the paint, with my man from Smackdown And you gotta back down, cause the grind
'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town
Just like my croll nigga, fuck a job, did that shit over the stove nigga Smell the blow on my mothafucking clothes nigga Grind all day party all night
Crooked As A Crooked Letter Hump Back Hump Back Soda Cook Tha Dope Together Jump Back Jump Back Meet Any Weather Cock It Pump Back Pump Back If Ya
spit all these songs like in one day, and in two days... I gotta bring up one thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the 'Can't be Life
like my croll nigga, fuck a job, did that shit over the stove nigga Smell the blow on my mothafucking clothes nigga Grind all day party all night, canary
As A Crooked Letter Hump Back Hump Back Soda Cook Tha Dope Together Jump Back Jump Back Meet Any Weather Cock It Pump Back Pump Back If Ya Bust It
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