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Outlaws

アーティスト:Frost  アルバム:That Was Then, This Is Now, Volume 1 

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(Kid Frost) We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop Blowin big out green, check out my gangsta tint Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey And the homey Kurupt about to blow shit up So roll shit up, if you got a sack of that good Have you trippin like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood We make it happen, from the nickel plate to the platinum It's real shit, think of it, just musical rappin (Kurupt) Check it out I'ma tell you what it is when you're fuckin with a gangsta like me Throw some gold feet on the MC Bounce up and down the street with a trunk full of beats Swervin up a one-way, dippin on a Sunday Not givin a fuck nigga Frost and Kurupt Nigga motherfuck a bitch nigga, dip and hit a switch nigga Whatchu wann' do, blaze a ounce with a nigga Blaze up a stick and bounce with a nigga You fuckin with some outlaws (gangstas/what) packin on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pass it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town {repeat 2X} (King T) Man let the summer begin The heat excites the east siders Ain't nothin but G's and lowriders Dippin in the tightest, indoed out, benzoed out Fool we got the Henn no doubt My friends show out, we stack up ends and roll out Make sure the chronic smoke blows out Them tricks got no clout, cause they hatin how we serve it Don't test T-Loc it ain't worth it, I serve it (Kurupt) I'm tired of these bitch made niggaz Actin like they comin through with hammers and triggers I'll pull your whole card, nigga you ain't hard


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