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Chamillionaire( Hakeem Seriki )
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Deep Off
Hey man, what's wrong with you? Fuck you, lookin' at nigga? I'm still tryin' to find out nigga Hold up, hold up, oh we got a problem here? We got a problem here, we got a problem nigga?
It's the return of the trill niggaz, hide your stash (Stash) We dressed in all black and got the hood on smash (Smash) I rock ya like Dame Dash (Dash) One shot, one kill
Ask anybody (Body) and they gon' tell ya Bun real (Southern Smoke) It's a done deal when I pull up on ya
Calico get unleashed, niggaz clearin' the corner Perfect to me and ten (Me and ten) We movin' much weight
And this one for pimp in a penitentiary upstate Damn, come on Bun, wait Naw nigga, this one dedicated To pimp in a penitentiary upstate
'Til he come home in his name we ballin' We never forget the homies on lock or the fallen Band I.T., Young L.o and Bad Azz Bam Sean Wee and Big Munst' and we ain't givin' a damn
If you need a kilogram, two, three or a dozen Come on down to Texas, holla at your country cousin
I can show you how to get stains How to flip 'caine Show you how to grip grain How to grip stains
Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game)
We be creepin' in your back doors Cockin' back fours Show you how to mack hoes Slammin' 'Lac doors
Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Already
Yeah, I learned how to shoot a MAC-10 'fore I turned 12 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hot shells burn, black skin turn pale You out to get mail? I show you boys how to sell yay And how to tell what it weigh without a scale
Motel 6, hard blow sell quick and I ain't gon' sell shit You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties Even three dollar club sacks Buy y'all private, guaranteed to come back
I turn sand into rocks with soda No wrist, just a fog tryin' to rock your quota Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is cold I stretch the books, see how much water it hold
Most niggaz think the water should be cold Really hot, keep it warm 'til the finishing lot Not cold nigga, listen and watch We takin' bricks on the road, try to form your spot, nigga
Yeah (Southern Smoke) You don't hear how we gettin' it Then you gettin' in the way I'm gettin' rich, niggaz gettin' pissed 'Cause most pussy niggaz play
We can let that metal settle differences Let a clip set a date, point guard position I'm assistin' it so an opponent better pray Of my environment, yeah, it's the Messiah
So close to the truth than you that your fiction Cannot deny a real nigga from gettin' higher Don't believe me than check my prior Record, I said I'm on fire Your poof like your time expired, liar, haha
I can show you how to get stains How to flip 'caine Show you how to grip grain How to grip stains
Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game)
We be creepin' in your back doors Cockin' back fours Show you how to mack hoes Slammin' 'Lac doors
Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Bitch, we deep off in the game (Bitch, we deep off in the game) Already
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