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(feat. Mis Rock, Triple Life) [Verse 1:] As I roll down the block with my gun hammer cocked My tags aint right My attitude is fuck the cops My rocks got my pants saggin As i lean to the side in my G ride I got that ass draggin Flaggin me down is some hoes that wanna fuck my daytons Get them out they clothes, had them bitches waitin For the dick Told them biancas to follow Me and the click, get them naked And have them bitches model I bet they swollow every drop of the nut Wanted respect with some pimps Everytime I watched them fuck 100 spokes got them hot A playa hater turn Mitch Blade Becasue his bitch got laid At the same time he got played So learn the game Remember young nigga, all bitches are the same Lame and blind to the fact we countin major figures Plenty of weed and 151 liquar Letras de canciones [Chorus: x2] Bitches that come around, we dont love them hoes Commited another murder and nobody knows Partying all night We got the weed and liquar Cuzz money aint shit to a street nigga [Verse 2] My lifestyle is on the trip side Feelin like im in the sky In the clouds Kinda hot on the flipside Gone off the 40 ounce Watch me bounce And serve these cluckers that fiend for large ammounts Every dollor counts daily You wanna see a nigga get crazy Nigga dont play me Watch me grab my 380 And watch me blast Like Charles Braunson Meet your death wish Cuzz im finna start dumpin Always into something Homies jumpin on 56 Another house pasty, Kid and Play aint got shit Hoes that wanna strip Ready to get freaky Dim the lights baby, an let me get a quicky Drop to your kneese and gimmie a hickey Mid West Side givin out the dickey I thought i told ya The game is risky when you rollin on D's Hittin skis, making G's, plus shippin out keys [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Mid West Side Gangstas collide Dangers when we scheme, fedachinie and triple beams Rob the mother fucker, got him for his yayo Took about 9 ounces, gave him baking soda, now its plado A G like me See these bitches gotta have it See me rollin my Acura, tryin to catch me up in traffic yall know how it go when bitches think you got no ends But wanna fuck you and your partnas When she see you rollin in a Benz Devedents, I gotte'm, fake niggaz, i shott'em Pop'em, pump that shit with my fist as i drop'em Bustas, I gotta stop'em Cuzz these haters out to get me Police on my ass These bitches wanna trick me Set me up for a dulo Wet me up you know That I aint lettin up on my cash Cuzz if I go, you gotta go I make a dash to get some gas So I can roll to the cess spot Caught me slippin at a red light Comin out Amaco, the jack spot [Chorus x2] [Outro: Mis Rock] Say what, Don Juan go off Kansas City Say what, Techn9ne go off Missouri Say what, Triple Life go off Kansas City Say what, Mis.Rock will go off Missouri I want a street nigga, counting major figures Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar I want a street nigga, counting major figures Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar I want a street nigga, counting major figures Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar Say what, Don Juan go off Say what, techn9ne go off say what, Triple Life go off Say waht, Mis. Rock will go off From Letras Mania