you wonder why when this dropped the third verse was cause i smack rappers, im a pimp see r.i.p. to pimp c, ciroc in my pimp cup me and dogg got white boys throwing that shit up so light that shit up, kush rolled, glass full puff puff pass west side get the last pull dont make me blow that dust off of my 64 brown paper bag with a bottle full of cristal compton monster sold out concerts killed everything in my sight, charles bronson and if you dont fuck with kush after tonight you will couple of red exotic cars and blue pills park that aston martin next to that snoop deville fuck with him or the doc nigga i shoot to kill aftermath bitch, we get the lass in cause we done smoked it, drove it and proly crashed it
[verse 2:] niggas put my face on the milk carton take the shit off cause ive been home with the kids instead of breaking shit up im asthmatic after-mathmatic now where the static dre want me in the booth the room better be padded cause im loco psychotic six hundred wide body lost a couple mil last year but why cry about it west side got a nigga back so i throw my dubs up never leave without my straps like that got palm trees we coming through on 32;s the after and the th nigga we got it on me aftermath general one love to 50 i aint seen him in a minute though used to be my nigga yo money changed niggas but we the same nigga add fuel to the fire that makes the flame bigger well sometimes egos clash with desert eagles but i stay loyal to the city where the weed grow inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale (compton x12)
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you wonder why when this dropped the third verse was cause i smack rappers, im a pimp see r.i.p. to pimp c, ciroc in my pimp cup me and dogg got white boys throwing that shit up so light that shit up, kush rolled, glass full puff puff pass west side get the last pull dont make me blow that dust off of my 64 brown paper bag with a bottle full of cristal compton monster sold out concerts killed everything in my sight, charles bronson and if you dont fuck with kush after tonight you will couple of red exotic cars and blue pills park that aston martin next to that snoop deville fuck with him or the doc nigga i shoot to kill aftermath bitch, we get the lass in cause we done smoked it, drove it and proly crashed it
[verse 2:] niggas put my face on the milk carton take the shit off cause ive been home with the kids instead of breaking shit up im asthmatic after-mathmatic now where the static dre want me in the booth the room better be padded cause im loco psychotic six hundred wide body lost a couple mil last year but why cry about it west side got a nigga back so i throw my dubs up never leave without my straps like that got palm trees we coming through on 32;s the after and the th nigga we got it on me aftermath general one love to 50 i aint seen him in a minute though used to be my nigga yo money changed niggas but we the same nigga add fuel to the fire that makes the flame bigger well sometimes egos clash with desert eagles but i stay loyal to the city where the weed grow inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale (compton x12)
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