(Daz)

I got trees in a Jar 23's on a car

You can bleed if I star we on the bulevaurd

Got straps simple as dat hand on the trigger

need 30 mo' Ohhhhh's to add to these figures

See my necks so heavy gotta shine up the Chevy

See ya betta stay wit it or ya gon' get wet

Stay in the fresh shit new fly kicks

hundred thousand dolla whip nigga dose dat triiiiiip

Get cha walk on, throw up ya set

Yea get it how you livin' nigga rep musik

Diamonds on my neck diamonds on my wrists

Just a lil somethin playa yeea money ain't shiiiiiit

You know the clubs so packed, girls so stacked

Me and my niggaz smokin chronic in the back

Got ass so fat, I like it like that

When she get up all on it I'll beat it from the back....



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On some reeeeal shit

I gotta be the best

I gotta stay fresh

I represent the West

On some reeeeal shit

I'm all about the cash

A bitch wit some ass and some drink in my glass

On some reeeeal shit

We don't play no games

If you talk slick ya betta be prepared to bang

On some reeeeal shit

I got mo' bounce than an ounce

I'll do it to you bad for a large amount



(Rick Ross)

It had to be a dope chain

Started wit the dope game

All about the cocaine

Tired of bein poor mayne

Cracks in a niggaz roof

Buckets just to catch the rain

Sellin crack on the roof buckin just to get a name

Now I'm crack in a roof open up the bentley brains

No flaws in the stones, iced out urrrthang

Three colors on a wrist, watch cost anotha fifty

So So Def D-P-G fuckin on some reeeeall shit

West coast got the best smoke Miami hoes well known for the best throat

Miami well known for the best dope

hit the cell phone now for the best quotes (quotes)

You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin high

I got a boat mo' the fuck doin 55 (on some reeeeal shit)

Don't let this 4 puond bang ya

This Rick Ross and them Dogg Pound Gangstas



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(Daz)

I eat Now & Later, poly seeds, love to smoke a lot of weed

Kahki shorts, white tees, all blue wilda C's

Gotta be the best in everything that I do

Imma real mothafucka (JD-How to fuckin stay trueee)

I stay away from the suckas mark cowards and bustas

See I'll put it on yo ass do it like no otha

On some real shit feel this, Check how I rep dis

See them niggaz C Walkin or dat A-Town steppin

I'm so so def so so pathetic

They see a nigga ballin and they wonder how I get it

I gotta keep a weapon, for dis typa profession

Nig incarcerate if you slippin yup anyone can get it

On the turn fo' payed like the boss that I work for

Fatty Mazerati and Ferrari and the Lambo, strapped like Rambo

Clip after clip, yea I love the set trip and love the sured up shit, but



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