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Featuring tech n9ne , Lee Majors (Verse 1) Mic check a check a 3 4 5 More addition up to 9 With the beams flow Drink more like I'm celebrating cinco de mayo with chico Hear those people that be so peace and chief though We go in UTS and KCmo Don't make me show attitude that made be snow In your mental state be hoe that will straight be so Wastefull really waste your labels they go in a grave below Needo see me do in the throw in beetle Her hero seem more veho it could be double O STDE though I'm B bro and I teach your people lethal like I'm C Bone Get evil I'm tech nizzle for bizzle I'm leaving on a C show Sea shore, zero left with nothing but b doors Crows , necks and mosquitos trying to vit on my cheetos No wait amigos screaming me hoes amigos Specially if you feebo, sick and nuts we nutz nigga (Hook) x2 Go , go nutz Bottles of ciroc got a nigga tow up And I pop the molly I'm about to turn up These bitches turned up niggas know Letras de cancionesWe GO (Verse 2) My block will hit you 3 4 dark now Throwing up the west bound then we'll be when we come around The regime from Oakland to KC Lee Majors and Yukmouth, connecting with tech n9ne That grew up on that chain Freezing that ball see caught heavy with chin lee I'm in the hood where niggers still push cream Pour up and we sell lean more treating the marley We chill hard in the pen I'm trapping hard where you came I'm with them goons and the trenches ducking the frogs and the snakes Tracking games , ducking the law running away where you can This for my niggers locked down in the click , shackles and chain Hustlers and OG's that's the niggers that know me Never been a phony chuck back hit with the phony Counting money no chains I change like I could hang Nigga that go against the great you must be going (Hook) x2 Go , go nutz Bottles of ciroc got a nigga tow up And I pop the molly I'm about to turn up These bitches turned up niggas know We GO (Verse 3) Mic check a check a 1 2 3 shit This the remix tracking game regime shit Yukmouth, Lee Majors and Tech N9ne bitch Ain't nobody fucking with my click that Jay Z shit Flyer than a G6 , I pull that V12 benz beside your V6 Your bitch wanted me to quick Now that's some G shit I don't need you freak bitch But still I'm making that hard for these pimp niggers 36 I slide off in that space ship you haters better not say shit My goons cropped on space shit The banana clips go ape shit Give your block a face lift Leave a hundred shots for the pay lift From the case C to the main bitch My niggas ain't nothing to play with I pop the molly now I'm turning up Got the bitches off the molly now they turning up Got a brick an activist niggas pouring up Trekkie game get this stain niggers knowing up (Hook) x2 Go , go nutz Bottles of ciroc got a nigga tow up And I pop the molly I'm about to turn up These bitches turned up niggas know We GO From Letras Mania