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(feat O.J. Da Juiceman) Chorus: Vette pass by, everybody looking Six stoves in the house and everybody cooking Wrist like blow, chain like oww We throw it in the air, so what you calm down You ridin bird (wheewh) your bullets gone (wheewh) you gone and got a cold, we got the bird flu (2) this house is stupid perp, they cost me half a whack a.k half a stack, so we gonn hit it back i'm at the gally-house, i wear my 80 bands And with the magic city, and it don't rain man I'm the king man, stupid bad man, rubberband man, oh its the grand sound A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack crazy gucci shoes where you get em at I said it's off white, bout a fifty pack The hottest nigga in the nation aint dropped yet Where them pots at, where them glocks at I kick a door with, where them blocks at Chorus Letras de canciones Cartoon chain, papa smurf ring All red wayne's, so icy airplane Gucci man hat, gucci man shirt Louie V shoes, louie v perp We and the big timers, but bitch we got work We get our roll on, and new shool works Old school's cool, but most of our's are new Coz i'm tite biatch, we got the bird flu And we'll bless you, so say hachoo We'll turn those house shoes, int some prada shoes On the east side, we play by gucci rules Hez only in the hood, but hez commisioned to it Chorus ((o.j da juiceman)) The bird flu got me, the jacob watch rockin Bell border diamonds man i'm so icy Young juice man godddamit i'm the shit Booming off the chain workin with 50 bricks nay later cars, croo blue chains 32 charat posted on my pinkie ring Been a 100 charger, sneak a colour gunk super bad bitch i aint pocket with them all i aint coming cold nigga aint dis aint what you want aint 72 dunk aint with no skirt woww 6 stoves cookin aint we got work young juiceman cuz smokin 9 pounds of perp Chorus (Thanks to thami for these lyrics) From Letras Mania