Letras:
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talkin' about a measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five oh four

trus da shadow in a day much less afa dark caugh dem evil, People so evil [Verse 3:] You rise 2 the top and dem want see you flop dem a pray every day

, hit it, rise Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride Mimic, die Nigga, fly Boom bye-bye. My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign (7th Sign) Time after time

: [Lew Hawk] Yea, I'm thinkin about putting 20's on a cab and pickin up more hoes than a WNBA draft yea I'm thinking I'm 7:30 yea I'm fly as a muthafucka

be a South Side nigga till I rot Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the 69 drop Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop

basically I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a

laid back I play my records over and over, my name is K-Mack I'm over here on the chair, girls stop and stare 200 Million pounds, you bring a box or 7

Hey you gon miss up on the g-funk era Ya know we said things won for warren g, and soon turned superstar 11-10-7 D that was my intro And now I'm makin

would have known her pops was home Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin? Tank tops, flip flops