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We in this great state eatin' steaks n shrimp It's hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps We come with new kicks and stetsons The super saggy bags and the white trash No flexin', huh, know I mean You can feel us fool, we don't to be seen It's all about the green, not the drugs we be That shits with an lp in circulation, and we be wastin' time Got them all state, all county, all hood It's all good times, thank the For dumb fuckin' people and credit fraud Were tearin' up your lawn, we got herds of Step into your crib and have your whole house blink and don't think were soft Hide your money and gold and don't express your thoughts We get mad props, all shops Puttin' stops on they get confused and lose, that's what we do Styles tem from Leavin' in awe you get jawed for lookin' queer Can you me or am I talkin to the wall That's top dog callin' out each and of y'all You get balls you come and talk shit But top dogs camp nothing to fuck with And don't say we warn ya I got this detroit thing more love than california dj smokin' cognac dips Call me the sidekick boy kid with the limp I rip through rhymes like a in the breeze And I through tracks like a shark in the sea A we bit shy but I by me And I'm a mean motherfucker I have to be Got young g's with sleeves and on hold Strategically placed in case feels bold, I told You you can't fuck with these 'cause I more papers then trees See we believe in forever is criteria You with top dog your fuckin' with familia No I feelin' ya, got all that I can do to hear you see me you should stand clear You see me in my lincoln, in the drinkin' Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you You can check me but that shit slide You can get your took tryin' to take my pride You ride with who? man that ain't big I roll with dogs rock your wig And got all money, detroit to portland receivers and beepers is what were sportin' Your nothin' of importance, I sweat you Yeah the drinks on me but the on you I'm all about the everyday at all See I'm not doin very much I'm havin' a ball I'm in bed by I'm up by noon I might sit around, I write me a tune I might go fishin' and again I not I might get me a 40 or me some scotch The watch on my wrist that don't even A lot of pissed people appointments that I've missed I dissed everybody and mom for spite 'cause everybody's barkin' but nobody ever Your loud, sayin' nothin' Get you dad, get your Go and get boy 'cause he's as big as a house Now take your pussy ass and get the fuck out I'm the estranged, deranged, got like states I live in plush with them hourly rates I do big plates 8 a day The crew be large at the seafood bay Got a way the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no good I could handle anything but I down for broke So before slides somebody's getting' choked I'm a no good freak, I tweak like rashes I lose a little love with day that passes Ain't a masochistic, rock, statistics, vocabulary I'm a shy simplitic And get this, some people say I I'm the same mother fucker the same old name A little extra game and extra see You could me but don't put it past me You bash me and got no reason I can lay up in the for 4 straight seasons I a pnk, I refuse to be I live for what is not used to be Your all up in the past ass Hear I say I'm all today and I'm a die that way... bitch