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Free Lo, free Zoo Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in, turnin' boys to men Never livin' unemployed again, never livin' off your boy again Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set Go a hundred thousand miles for the set Hundred thou' on the neck Chin up, never look down on a speck Never change, money, power, respect I deal with social neglect I told you, "Get it," but you ain't focusin' yet Niggas' bitches actin' bogus, upset, cryin' over the neck I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a Jet Blowin' O's with VV's on the neck You can be me on the set, you can win again I got love for anybody that's genuine And if you ain't real, then we discontinuin' Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again Letras de cancionesIn the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in, turnin' boys to men Never livin' unemployed again, never livin' off your boy again R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you know what it is Go on ahead and pop that shit Go 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah This shit ain't poppin', nigga Now go like that, yeah You know what I'm sayin'? Pour that shit out R.I.P. the homie, man, Oomp R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul Mad disrespectful shit From Letras Mania