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Smokin' on kush, sliding through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the chopper hold 50
Regime Mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smokin' on kush, ridin' through the city
You want a hundred pack but he only brought 50
And that nigga taxed so his price hella shitty
Holla at your boy I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me
Holla at your fucking boy
Got everything from girls to that motherfucking boy
My pockets full grown, you a motherfucking boy
King of the sandbox, I got all the fucking toys
You need to be employed, niggas lookin' like they starving
I got a job for you nigga, meet me at the gardens
6500 Block, Lockwood Gardens
I'm in my block apartment nigga, rockin' up the margarine
Step into my office, let me check your G files
So you never snitched and know how to break a key dial
I go hard in the paint like Shaq on the rebound
Well I'm the motherfucking connect, the Mex is on speed dial
Another goon hired, put his ass to work
So I grabbed the Gucci duffle bag and threw his ass to work
Put stars on the track, niggas call me Captain Kirk
It be cool through the month but it be smackin' on the first
Smokin' on kush, sliding through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the chopper hold 50
Regime Mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smokin' on kush, ridin' through the city
You want a hundred pack but he only brought 50
And that nigga taxed so his price hella shitty
Holla at your boy I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me
I'm the motherfucking man
Cause I can work wonders with these motherfucking hands
Whip it like a slave when that motherfucker ran
Bring that chopper to your city like the motherfucking band
Hundred grand wrapped in rubber bands, vacuum sealed
Four bricks with the dragon stamp, call that Dru Hill
I never sold a pack to a nigga that squealed
Cause even your little bruh could be a rat, Bluehill
This trap shit is ill, niggas gotta stay sharp
And separate the goonies from the motherfucking marks
And separate the guppies from the motherfucking sharks
I'm just sticking to the script, nigga play your fucking part
All these phony ass trappers, nigga you a actor
Fake ass coke prices, nigga who asked ya?
I'm getting to the cake, pushing weight like a tractor
Since 1988 they was calling me a factor
Smokin' on kush, sliding through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the chopper hold 50
Regime Mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smokin' on kush, ridin' through the city
You want a hundred pack but he only brought 50
And that nigga taxed so his price hella shitty
Holla at your boy I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me
Smokin' on kush, ridin' through my city
Sittin' up high with the truck on fifties
Regime Mobster, come get with me
Yeah I got the line from Bobby and Whitney
I make cocaine history, I whip up instantly
Ice cubes in the jar, make it lock so pretty
36 Zips in the kit, can you count?
Money comin' in by the largest amount
My hands touch dough, I can make it snow
Bunz hit me up, I copped 12 bricks of both
Got 'em for the low, sold 'em for the high
Purple not dark enough, hit it with the dye
Turkey bag boy, Elbow DeBarge
Trap in the west, kits in the yard
Catch me by the stove, cheffin' up hard
Maj I'm the boy boy, like my nigga Marv, I'm
Smokin' on kush, sliding through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the chopper hold 50
Regime Mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smokin' on kush, ridin' through the city
You want a hundred pack but he only brought 50
And that nigga taxed so his price hella shitty
Holla at your boy I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me