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Hook: The marijuana is lit It's double cup in this bitch She dressing up while I twist The Cadillac or the Benz? Cj: This that, playa ass shit I be talking bout Living in a place where the rims poke out Roll the widows up cuz we bout to smoke out Had to turn it down cuz it beat so loud Turn heads everywhere that's a parking lot Pimp Niggas staying mad I don't want they bitch Playas get chose let them hoes take a pick Do another show then I hit the Vegas Strip Might hit Papadeaux for the Steak and Shrimp Go back to the Stu give pat the mix Call Greg up tell em get a pack of sticks Get Deejay Record and send that to Chris Rap game was dead so we all came in In different states, still we making hits Crackhouse going hard till the very end If I make it then we make it, said that since wheeeeeeen Dee Jay: I heard em say I went soft and shit cos I go on about what that one chick did But im known to spit flames like a 3rd degree Get to workin on the beat like an emergency Kill tracks bodies in the bag in case the cops ask they'll need a warrant for that Normally this ain't me but the coke and Bacardi got me runnin thru these lights can't stop if they spot me Lost my id and the girl from the party is gone in the back off ex and some oxy Said you wanna thrill this is what you got But I can't cuff you cos I'm headed to the top Never really fuck em I jus have em gimme top Then I send her on her way before she try to grab a spot When it comes to the money you can't take it from me cos I got plans to move where the winter time is sunny