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I puff a mild listening to Lab Cabin |
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California smoking roll up |
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filling up the cabin |
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Captain of the El Dorado |
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riding through swaggin' |
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Dont really like that word |
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but its fitting for this caption Maxin' |
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Macking to these ladies |
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when I'm passing |
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High yella dark skinned |
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got em all packed in |
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Pass the pack around and |
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it got them all laughing |
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Joy riding |
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15s beating out the back end |
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White walls and the tires slim |
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how a playa crawl |
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Turn a cruise into a playas ball |
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Midwest Nigga to the Armor-All |
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Dickie Shorts and Jordan IVs |
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Nugget rings and herringbones |
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welcome to my terrordome |
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Black magic |
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push the button and the roof is gone |
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We been black passing |
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till the mild is gone |
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we just in our zone |
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Vibing 'til we get home |
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Spaceships travels |
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all the way until the early morn' |
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And then |
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And we ridin' 'til the wheels fall off |
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Rolling stone until the smoke all gone |
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Wood grain and the wheels all chrome |
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Roll one for the niggas that's gone |
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Ladies ride shot gun |
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that hate sitting at home |
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My niggas who crack the whip |
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who hate ridin' alone |
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This one's for y'all |
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This one's for y'all |
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This one's for y'all |
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Spaceships and woodgrain |
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Spaceships and woodgrain |
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Spaceships and woodgrain |
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Spaceships and woodgrain |
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Spaceships and woodgrain |
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The bubble yum scent |
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got my car fresh |
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The BCG logo in my headrest |
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Riding by these haters man |
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they hard pressed |
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And my new ish bumping |
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in my CD deck |
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Intelligent Trunk Music for the elite |
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King Kong trunk tearing |
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up the street a mile away |
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You can hear it when I pull up |
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You can tell by my car |
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I got a drug dealer spirit |
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If I could turn the wheel |
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with one finger I'll steer it |
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Automatic spaceships and |
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I don't mean no Lear jets |
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I pilot the Impala and stroll |
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through the projects |
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Gold on my neck |
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that's a code of respect |
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Stock everything out |
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that's how we roll in my set |
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Chevelle to Corvette |
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big blocks on the inside |
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Rest in peace to my homie Big Fry |
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He taught me how to tilt |
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crank the sound and the ride |
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Spaceship travelers niggas been fly |
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And I |
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And we ridin' 'til the wheels fall off |
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Rolling stone until the smoke all gone |
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Wood grain and the wheels all chrome |
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Roll one for the niggas that's gone |
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Ladies ride shot gun |
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that hate sitting at home |
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My niggas who crack the whip |
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who hate ridin' alone |
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This one's for y'all |
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This one's for y'all |
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This one's for y'all |
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Spaceships and woodgrain |
