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[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
The trap mamba, kept it G like lasagna (Yeah)
Big fish in a small pond full of piranhas (Yeah)
Praying to the black Madonna, fresh as Cappadonna
Half key in China, what's the price of tea in Tijuana? (What else?)
Just being honest, seen some shit to make you puke and vomit
Run up in your granny crib and put that chopper through her bonnet
Since your brain on drugs, it look like a scrambled omelette
[?] bottoms on a empty can of [?]
Ex-con with the yak' double working a Honda (Let's get it)
When I dropped [?], was my version of Donda (Blockworks)
More money, more murder, nigga, more designer
Run with them 576s and them 49ers (You know it)
Didn't have much of a childhood, held in a court of honor
Grew up sleeping in crack spots, I never wore pajamas
Couldn't find a plug, now my trapper keep and look like [?]
Selling designer drugs, now everything designer
Creatures (What else?)
[Outro]
Well, we killed nineteen of them today right in this area
Those last three we caught trying to claw their way in
They must've thought somebody was in there
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