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[Chorus] This shit hit ridiculous, took two of those Citrus, after sipping this Don Julio Diamond rings, Super Bowl Chip on my shoulder 'bout to lose control Fuck that, buddha smoke Thick shit, got a thick bitch this ain't the booty though Gifted but I'm twisted, not the usual Hair braided into devil horns, Coolio Antagonists in my movie roll, I tell 'em like [Verse 1] Cali packs, scally raps, every tracky black Play the game of life with a handicap, I handle that Posted on the block, where my savage at? If its on sight, arms out like the Cabbage Patch, canon flash He sells and she sells in Wythenshawe Females in retails what I'm looking for I'm being held get the details in the morgue I mean well but I mean well, kill 'em all Russian blocks, spun the block when it comes to rap Done a lot, took a loss don't want nothing back I cut 'em off, as good as gone only looking past That I bump out, bumbaclaat look at that (In my hands) Spliff big as Likkleman with flames in it My oz not Australian, it's from 'Dam, didn't even pay for it Got an occupation in going crazy with the gang [Chorus] This shit hit ridiculous, took two of those Citrus, after sipping this Don Julio Diamond rings, Super Bowl Chip on my shoulder 'bout to lose control Fuck that, buddha smoke Thick shit, got a thick bitch this ain't the booty though Gifted but I'm twisted, not the usual Hair braided into devil horns, Coolio Antagonists in my movie roll, I tell 'em like [Verse 2] We gotta get it and we gotta set it off Beause theres people out there thinking that we're not ready My eye sight suttin like an eagle with a dessy You can die twice fucking with my people and my pennies Dead in the middle of Piccadilly Whilst little niggas are trying to sell a dream to you on crack rock Man can't even see you like I'm look for the sasquatch Bunning with my niggas and we bunning up the jackpot I am the genie in the matchbox Like Whodini with the mad rock Fuck a CV and a bad job You can see me in the trap spot smoking cheese weed with some wax on Go bar for bar, with your partners are Won't be hard as our rhymes Spit fire, Charizard Your style blahzy blah You're not on par with BLAH guys [Chorus] This shit hit ridiculous, took two of those Citrus, after sipping this Don Julio Diamond rings, Super Bowl Chip on my shoulder 'bout to lose control Fuck that, buddha smoke Thick shit, got a thick bitch this ain't the booty though Gifted but I'm twisted, not the usual Hair braided into devil horns, Coolio Antagonists in my movie roll, I tell 'em like