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Yo Yo Yo, Y'all feel me?
The sky is blue I tie my shoe With Yogi Bear I smoke hay like boo-boo. Bouncin' in the car The door is ajar With my homies G-Dogg, Phildo and Lamar. Cruisin' the streets, cruisin my hood While the weed I'm smokin' is better than good. Tokin' the grass, while I'm tappin' black ass Pimpin the chicks, steamin' up the glass. The pussy was tight, now I'm wantin' to fight, You ask what's that sound? It's my glock in the night. Niggas are dead, shot in the head Lonely motha fucka now i'm lyin' in bed. I pimp the hos, throw the bows, With my iced out chains and fubu clothes. It's true I'm ballin', that's what i said, But it aint real fun when all my homies is dead.
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