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Chamillionaire
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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
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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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