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Hook: 2x Rock the beat Rock the beat This is for my killas That shoot tequilla ? ? while they ride out to the club To get their freak on(Rock the beat) To get their creep on(Rock the beat) To get their drink on(Rock the beat) To get their smoke on(Rock the beat) Verse 1: Kurupt Blaze up Blaze up All the homies bang Round up all the little locs, high as the sky Smash and mash your body, just another day Real high until your pistols reach the sky Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud 'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change So fuck where you from Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip Not giving a fuck is the motto Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga) And I'm first to launch off the hallow heads nigga Hit the liquor store for sure Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four) Hook: 2x Verse 2: T-Moe Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures Make a nigga feel bigger Cap pealer for the soldiers Make a nigga feel older And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick That's all a nigga get, 'cause it get rich Overnight flight to the top, first class Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit) Fast as you want to be Lady just follow me I'm a southwest G Team with Kurupt Straight giving a fuck I will make a tick know what's up, blowin up Finish up when I bust a nut I'm in your girl's guts screaming, keepin her feining Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag Acting all bad, make me mad So be the first to blast Miss Niva(Niva, Niva) Hook: 2x Verse 3: Kurupt We, organized the killings, don't be playin the plots Come around here and you will get shot Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block Pop, pop one of they homies drop I told y'all niggas never to come around here<br / Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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