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Block Boi(feat. Miko & Stressmatic of the Federation) (Amended Album Version) - E-40/Miko/Stressmatic of the Federation
Out here is sick AR 70's
And albino pits
Patriots and bushmasters
Home invasions and licks
I'm in it to make the most you
You in it to flam boast you
You in it to tricking off to them hoes
I'm in to make her buy me some clothes
I be treating my scraper like a rolls
Let me stop lying no I don't
I be sideways on two toys
All the rappers call me unc

Feasible unheathable
The best thing that ever did it

Incredible like E jerome
Pitch it I'm a hit it
One of my youngsters
Just got popped with a

They tryna wash him
They talking football numbers
They tryna stop
It's murk in the ave

Take one of mine
I'm take three of theirs

Some of you suckers
Can't take a lettuce from a cabbage
A coon from a plum

Kangaroo from a radish

Look at my life
Look at my guys look at my fame

Look at you guys look at my eyes
Look at my

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Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab

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M wanted this already
Squat a 33 year old chevy
Replace everything all in heat cherry yeah
Chrome under the hood straight scary

Get my grown man on sacramento valley
On 22's playboy vet rallies
Tremendo to the extreme where I go
Pimping I'm cleaner than a san jose car show

Hotter than barstow in august
Chevy land love me
I'm year one flawless
The law just pull up beside me
Give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like
That's what's up

Hah studio tone yadada mean
Got us mobbed out
Smacking like magazine
When I wanna roll deep
I gotta van
But right now
It's young meek in the waterbed
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Oh the turfs scorchers
Smoking hot like a broken stove
Me and my filipinos
Tongans and cholos

On the soil
Taking precaution
On the roof in the trees with the lands
Listening and watching

Good grief
It's never been this ugly out here
We in some heavy beef
They left his body in the streets for twelve hours
Candlelight vigils
Sidewalk funerals and flowers

These youngsters ain't listening
They disrespecting me
Ain't no OG's to holler at
No one to detonate

Chemical babies
The parents smoking rocks
Plus they ain't never
Had a chance to know god

In my days I was raised in the church
Mama did what she could just
To keep us off the turf

But it ain't no one to blame
But noriega and regan and rock cocaine
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Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
On the slab

Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
On the slab

Ride with a thing to put your head on a slab
On the slab
On the slab
On the slab
On the slab