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Klyde, Mall & Dre

アーティスト:Mac Mall  アルバム:Da U.S. Open 

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spoken Testin' yea let's do this shit baby Shit I don't know I can't hear that shit Rydah J. Klyde You know my niggaz they control the weight From the Golden State I hold your fate in the palm of my hand Wit this here throw away I empty out and load the K The lil' figga wit the gun that's bigger than him It's kinda hard to hold it straight But still I knock Louie Seen shit rip through him Got stooie wit my killa click Cop, chop shoot him Like I'm fresh in the game Just reppin' my name Young and in love wit the tec when it flame You know my name Shit I was on the block Wit a freshly chop though Didn't have spinners I'm out the bag that's my knock bro Fresh out the box wit the glock though Plus my niggaz ridin' tonight Two of 'em waitin' for that fiend rental to slide through Then my hustle gon' pause For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls Me no tinsel wit y'all I touch y'all Half way niggaz rookies And will never touch raw Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause Blocka, Blocka! Mac Mall Mac-matic slanguistics Break it down in fractions Every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin' When it hit the streets you should just see how they re-actin' Animal attraction You fiends is relaxin' Hit it once and back spin Mac slap the captain Body bag the boss man


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