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[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 rack A.k half a stack, so aint no hit dat I'm at the gally-house, I won bout 80 bands And went to magic city, and did the rain man I'm the cain man, stupid bad man, rubberband man, oh it's 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 ain't dropped yet Where them pots at, where them glocks at I kick a door with, where them blocks at [Chorus] Cartoon chain, papa smurf ring All red wayne's, so icy airplane Letras de cancionesGucci man hat, gucci man shirt Louie V shoes, louie v perp We aint the big timers, but bitch we got work We get our roll on, and new shool verts Old school's cool, but most of our's are new Cause 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] [Oj 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 Now & later later cars, froot loop chains 32 charat posted on my pinkie ring Been a 100 charger, snicker color donk Super bad bitch(aay)pocket wit da mumps(aay) common cold nigga(aay) dis ain't what you want 72 dunk Ain't with no skirt woww 6 stoves cookin mean we got work Young juiceman cuz smokin 9 pounds of perp (Thanks to Mike for these lyrics) From Letras Mania