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(Con-Con-Conductor)
Yeah
Con, you know I got you
My brother for real
This family right here, yeah
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still tryna get my dick wet
I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said
That might went over your head
Drink it down, there's no Sudafed
Dressed in red, no Valentine
But funk love instead
Foolish bred, the type that come in off of what we said
Rapper shit, I was still young when I was brackin', kid
The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig
Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs
In my bed like, "Peace, this the life I live"
Fuck talkin', 'cause I lived it like, "Blood, this the life I live"
Made it out of pimpin', some still in it, shit, I dodged a bid
Fuck is this? My fee a hundred thousand since I dropped with Wiz
Holy water, Bangkok sippin', I'll retire at this
Worldwide worthy, got 'em singin' like they from the set
Dead Prez Volume 2 CD in my rag Benz
Never hung with hookers for the look unless she lookin' rich
Now look at this, the AP plain jane, the Presi' look gold as piss
I'ma keep goin', ha
Don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off boasher
I'm a West boy, 2L rider, Gonzalez real funkster
Oh, he from Canada? Indian too, it make you still wonder
How he stack better than Blood? Bitch, I'm a real soldier
Wars with the cross towns, wake up, serve an opp like a cup of Folgers
If B Woo mama don't know you, then I don't know you
Four-deuce, hoppin' out of Bentleys, but it's Beirut
Stay true, I don't switch up, bitch, I stay on
Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon?
Doo-doo stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up
Ayo, they straight mobbin' (Mob)
Them boys around my way, they goblins (Yeah)
But Machine, I'm the apex monster
You writin' sixteens? I'm like J. K. Rowling's 488-page novel
It may not even take eight hours (Woo)
We drink half and leave the rest on