Sickkaaa lufffaa, Sickkaaa lufffaa

Sickkaaa lufffaa, 3xkrazy gonna bump it



[Verse 1: Agerman]

Drinkin' on a 4-0 ounce of malt liqua, Lex coupe quicka

5 on the back of my ride, think I'm high ,checkin my plates and sticka

but if they don't ride paasss me

Lil voice in my head sayin hit the gas G, go fastly

Through the back streets through the cuts n trucks of East Oakland

You see pimpin and ho-in L-E-O got the dank smokin'

These pigs on the back of my lex ain't knowin

The way my dollars and flex is flowin, I guess they came up Charlie

Cuz the rode right pass, and I kept ridin' bumpin Bob Marley

To the shop to get my top dropped,  pine and stereo incredible knock

You could here me comin all the way up the block

Cocaine like sittin on thangs with shocks

with a glock, bet I'll be hittin yo block

Packin heat like ground beef roasted channels, strapped with a gat

Juss packed with ammo, neva pretend on breakdown indo

Throw the 'bacco out the window, flowamatically countin c-notes

Automatically countin people, hit 'em up, get 'em up, bumpers dig 'em up

Hit 'em up wid a hollow tip till they can't feel shit man I'm so sick



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[Verse 2: Bart]

It could be so artificial, juss like a potna off the stokes

Toke and get thrown, before you get smoked by my Fo' Fo'

Hollow point yo 0's and families with the casualties, began the show was on

Had it been my, 4 percent as I loc one in, provoking ya whole set with mess

So scandalous that ya homies didn't do shit

blow his candle, look can ya handle this

Nigga at 145 miracle dipped with chemicals and bury ya minerals half alive

Energized by naked lies, douse that between fuse these niggaz be payin they dues

But some niggaz roll 'em and cruise, so I stack 'em and stick 'em in twos

Like bullets ??? let the bodies refuse so they ??? pick and choose

At the house with a strap and a bottle of booze, intention to get my cash on

Exception I'm still blastin 'em with the 44 mag-a-num, yo who was out there crackin 'em

I don't kno, he was supposed to go, its crazy mothafuckas in the "o"



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[Verse 3: Keak da Sneak]

Strapped, with a tech and a chop, to the nutty block to get a dub

Cuz furly markets, and my nigga they don't got love, for yo nigga name sneak

Cuz I beez servin off ridin with ease feelin the breeze

25 for sacks of 3's, Hennessey and squeeze, not thinking about 5-0 and freeze

cuz I be G'd, and don't like my dick to be teased, bitch on yo knees

the F to the L-O type speakin never said please, slappin 'em silly

and not a gentleman like willy, sockin a hoe, buckin at her nigga with my fully

the shit goes down, like a 7-4 in the "O", now u kno the fact from fo

buckin fast not slow, cope with willin to hit the chest and hit the flo'

Disgrace unload on yo face, with the clenched fist, Hennessey sippin gradually

And thinking about a casualty that killa don mentality in me and comin naturally

Turn yo day into a tragedy, buck up and watch him drop with the gravity

Had to be 3 times flow 9 brutalized mind naked off a shrine and a jug of Rhine

And can't even walk a straight line….Doin the shit, pullin licks on lick

Cuz these three mothafuckas from the town, is comin with that crazy shit



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