(feat. Hi-C, Sosa) [Intro: Young Buck] Its colder than muhfucka outside.. I gotta get this money though, fuck that [Chorus: Sosa] Row, row, row, ya boat Slowly down the street Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy yo dope from me [Verse 1: Sosa] I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game 25 birds on the counter, shit aint changed My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane Mayne.. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Hi-C] Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine Follow me, as I take you to the dope game I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5 I cant fuck wit homeboy, I heard he would tell All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks All straight and plastic glock, candy-red Chevy drop Flood this muthafucka, coke all on every block Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got White square blocks like a baseball field Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Young Buck] I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that You know what they doin folk, aint no need to ask And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot [Gunshot]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Hi-C, Sosa) [Intro: Young Buck] Its colder than muhfucka outside.. I gotta get this money though, fuck that [Chorus: Sosa] Row, row, row, ya boat Slowly down the street Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy yo dope from me [Verse 1: Sosa] I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game 25 birds on the counter, shit aint changed My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane Mayne.. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Hi-C] Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine Follow me, as I take you to the dope game I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5 I cant fuck wit homeboy, I heard he would tell All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks All straight and plastic glock, candy-red Chevy drop Flood this muthafucka, coke all on every block Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got White square blocks like a baseball field Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Young Buck] I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that You know what they doin folk, aint no need to ask And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot [Gunshot]
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