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(B-Legit) 
Ya see I'm nuttin' but a player call me bad news bear 
And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there 
And on my second time thru, you know how I do 
I get some head, and some ends and I'm gone by 2 
I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6 
So when you coming in, bring your womanfriends 
I got a few dogs posted at my telly 
D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly 
And we gone try to tear the fuckin' roof of something 
We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin' 
A bitch got mad cause she didn't get chose 
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe 
Your nigga went wild when he first seen that 
Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat 
We was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blue 
Fuckin' wit this Click crew 
And the worst things that happens when your out of the state 
They lock a nigga down and take away his dank 
It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick 
Fiendin' for a motherfuckin' fix 
Chorus: 
(E-40) 
Smoke and we will go 
Puffin' on indo 
So put that back 
Cause we don't fuck wit that 
(B-Legit) 
I left Minnesota cause the spot was tired 
Hit Louiville and the spot was fire 
Old school sittin' on straight laced kicks 
Reminding me of 1986 
Fools burnin' rubber, fuck some switches 
Niggas from the bay smokin' up on bitches 
B was on the gash, smashin' yo 
Hoes passin' out cause there to much smoke 
Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute 
I let you hit my weed and it's straight up shittin' 
In your draws, Guess jeans and all 
And then you had no one, give E a call 
But he called back and wasn't fuckin' wit you 
Cause hoes down South know good voo-doo 
Fuck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie 
Period blood mixed in your spaghetti 
And if I could I would roll a vega 
>From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz 
You niggas light it for me and I'm pass it to Quinn 
And let it out when you get to chin 
Chorus 
I'm finally hittin' Cali after 3 weeks gone 
Than ran out of boomb and I'm glad to be home 
Now who on my phone, Dante or Bruce 
I be there in a minute to do what we do 
See, it's a triviant game, cause we gone smoke 
And blow big dubs from young body and all 
And I can't give a fuck if you're drunk or smoked 
Imma give you a 5 we gone light the ... 
In to the ... told the shit on the street 
Some of tha homies that be restin' in peace 
The shit won't cease till I see D 
I know my homie got a fat blunt for me 
Pine apple juice, malibu rum 
1501 get your dickhead done 
When it gets like that, you know I gots to fuck 
Or maybe kcikback and get my dickhead sucked 
I won't ask for much, just ass and guts 
And brand new speakers for my oldschool cut 
A big fat sack of that dohja 
So I can get smokin' like I'm 'posed to 
Chorus

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