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[Hook: Big B] Walk This Way, Talk This Way Ain't nothing for my crew that I won't do Riding on the freeway, Rolling in that Six Deuce On some Bombbay, yeah we drink that shit too Yes we got that wolf pack backwoods with the best weed in it Ain't no seeds in it, ain [Verse: Bizzy Bone] ? You know what I go to Sitting on my Six Deuce Yeah that shit's the pimp juice Twizzy on his shit too Everytime I'm up I throw some cheese in it, breathe in it, make sure ain't no seeds in it We roll it up, light it, fold it up and you can get it Man that weapon looking perfect, but the niggas inside are lifted yeah Where the players are real niggas for assistance Introduce you to my new flow, weed's back ? [Verse: Bizzy Bone] Keep on walking and talking and I'm hawking angels in the dark Wake up, without a spark, spark up, the fire starts to crackle ? Attack of the track like blah Spack of the slack to the back of the studio ? Now give me a stack for Eric, Stack stacking vocals exactly Move to the rap game, rapping I'm Eazy's rabbit but it passed me Tortuous ways of extortion and that piece I'm beasting? for ever more I'm on my Cheech I'm beasting on the floor, keep a cypher on my streets My niggas love to pour, out they soul and they my peeps For keeping me informed, on my publishing so sweet I couldn't get it more, It's how everyone else thinks I could've hated more, your so bad I just not chic I couldn't m? ore, OK trigger please don't speak Little baby it's all good, you can walk up on anything Cause we gon' keep it hood, To the one that's on everything bang bang bang [Hook: Big B] [Verse: Bizzy Bone] I'm the pride of your granny Pearl I reside and a fan of Earl the symmetry of my world and my life is constantly twirling High enough to be social, zone out wit' a glass of Bourbon I'm pearling, swerving on the freeway, purposely, close curtain Most certainly, keep the purple, and liquor when I'm hurting Get money my nigga let's get it, don't drop it ? Bling bling nigga ? Ding ding in the ring it's crazy Seen things that'll make you hate me Get money get money have babies And I have a few Redbulls when I get too faded And I'm on my 1's and 2's when I get too jaded And if you knew dude just waiting having fun Have enough 'fore we blow out Get you dumb Make you really wanna go and just Smoke someone, choke someone, poke someone Some of us get a bottle, drink and throw up some You don't know your problems 'til you chalk it up and grow up some Hold up son, slow your roll and blow it up You should show us some In the mean time I be folding something [Hook]
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