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Rockin wit the best

J. Stalin

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Thinkin' like the brain, finna take over the globe I run this, what nigga, you ain't know? Five foot four, what I'm a fuckin' a C.E.O Give my bitch good dick every morning like it's cereal You nigga is starvin, y'all can hoola-hoop and cheerios My paint wet, nigga drippin' like a jerry-curl Smoke a lil' bit of purple store a lil' bit of grill I be in my own world, countin' all this dope money Flyin' than a mothafucka, you don't hear a nigga tummy [?] yes I got it on me now Really, I'm the flyest mothafucka in your whole town I can pitch it off the mound, I can run a kickback Cypress Village, West Oakland where I did it all that Yes it comes the freshest The rest of you niggas fall back Plus I keep a big strap where my draws at You niggas poppin' too many pills Y'all need to relax Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these niggas can't even dress The rest of these niggas a hot mess Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these niggas a hot mess The rest of these niggas can't even dress I be gettin' blown like a sack while the lights on I'm too prone to kicks, money, weed, and bitches Slide through, did a little rippers jigger Cause' they ain't never see a nigga worth six figures Major League, all-star, real hitter Little jigger, guns way bigger Talk behind my mack, back down from no nigga Paper to the ceilin' all from drug dealin' But I'm finna go and get a good deal, if God willin' Cypress Village, chillin', livewire killin' Find me in the East in the high-roll building Me and the ghetto children, bitch I make power moves So when you talkin' to a boss change yo' attitude It's written all on your face I can see the rat in you You the type of nigga can't hide the Jay Cat in you But every time you see me, I'm on them big shoes Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these niggas can't even dress The rest of these niggas a hot mess Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these niggas a hot mess The rest of these niggas can't even dress Hype for the bitches,.40 for the haters Got my dick in your bitch, smokers, nigga I'm the greatest I did a hundred thousand, yeah, nigga that's the latest Get it like ball-players, it's the West Oakland mayor Nigga I was flippin' chickens all through High School Leave a nigga shirt red like he pyro Kill a nigga career like 50 did Ja Rule I was at the table with a mothafuckin' razor blade Before tapers, when niggas was wearin' fades Before scrapers, before the Hyphy Movement The dope game; nigga I was true to this So who you with? I just need an ice pick Break a corner off the brick, now I'm distributing it Call it Wayde money. Need a trash bag for this shit I'm finna blow, I'm just lookin' for the right look But in the mean time, I'm gonna stay on some fly shit Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these niggas can't even dress The rest of these niggas a hot mess Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these niggas a hot mess The rest of these niggas can't even dress
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