[SPM:] Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade gotta keep my dream down cus them laws hate out roof deuce chunking 45. dunkin H town is just like Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives acknowledge keep my lac polished don´t mistake for a fuckin rap artist I´m the one that shot slugs in yo hot tub leave yo bitch ass screwed and chopped up none left known for car theft but in the kitchen I´m the one top chef I cool whip it I ain´t bull shittin turn 25oz to a new chicken [Chorus:] Smoke bud cus it´s my therapy, take a 44 slug turn the bitch to a memory, can show no love, cus these hoes bring jealousy so run with thugs these streets keep calling me (calling me) [Rasheed:] Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die but wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye, maybe we can talk it out up in gods sky rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie. I´m the wrong guy homie I don´t fuck around I´ve been a gangsta since way before hustle town, SP low G ain´t no holding us there ain´t no holding us, I don´t eat a lot of sweets but I smoke a bunch, you can go to lunch and nigga you could go to hell, I fucked the radio this shit is still going to sell, like I told my bitch if I´m ever killed, you neva gonna find another muthafucka more real, but say los maybe we can get some airplay and talk about some of that bullshit that they say. All my ladies in the house say "OHHHHH" damn I ...
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