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[ A.G. ] Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin' I clap 'em, and dead 'em Send 'em home packing, for acting The black's in Ease the pain just like tunacting Honey is fine as a fuck, plus she snuck the mack in Guess what, next up, she turn assassin Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin' I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em And I came with a whole truck for 'em Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors But no weed, we hold figgaz And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat [ Chorus ] [ 2x ] It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping Letras de cancionesMy niggas get ya dirt on [ A.G. ] Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on I'm strong on, any song I perform on Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya shit flood Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?) I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark We (?) demolish straight from (?) Deeper than knowledge Equipped to speak at ya college You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em 'Cause I really want em It's all good like Willy Hunting Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me If you feel me, come show me Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey Yeah my shit shine my sunny Rolly It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the ? with the Bud Show the dirty don and mister Mud Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors But no weed, we hold figgaz And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat [ Chorus ] [ 2x ] It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping My niggas get ya dirt on From Letras Mania