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Ay ay Droop-E Droop-E

You old enough to drink

Whassup cousin

It's your young nephew Turkey mayne

What is it boy

What's goin on family )

There's a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin

First of all I'm start by

Just sayin we can't be f**ked with

And you know it Ooooh)

Got all the whole hood in this motherf**ker

Sick Wid It n***a now) been runnin this shit

Look out pimp

Oyster Perpetual cushion cut bezel

I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie

Since I signed with BME every promoter

And every agency in the industry been tryin to book me

Mackin-ass 40 what that do

Sometimes me always you

Man you a real-ass n***a man you a boss

If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut mine off

A cult following hustlers they love me

Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me

If you see me up in the mountains with a lion

I ain't lyin

n***a don't help me

My n***a help the mountain lion

Uhh chalupas revenues yaper thousand dollar stacks

Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks

The main drag the soil the blacktop

The gravel the D-spot we open like IHOP

Yea mayne These motherf**kers know

Big 40-Water

The ambassador of the Bay

n***a we stay eatin over here

You niggaz need to

Step your motherf**kin weight up n***a

Sick Wid It BME

Look out pimp

Hit me on my chirp I got that work

F**k e'rybody else

I got myself on my shirt

Better hurry up and come

And get 'em we got the lowest rates

I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes

Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet

Throw it in the battery acid and then destroy it

Pay attention and learn

While I teach you how to grit and grind

Fifteen five All the time cool)

These square-ass rappers

They get a few bucks

Then they lose contact get out of touch

With the with the streets

We stick to the turf like cleets

Off the leash we thirsty we hungry we beasts

Look out watch out

Here come the jumpout

Hide your dope in your anus

And put the weed out

'Fore they beat us

And choke us and take our funds

And shoot us with them tazer guns

You niggaz'll get your head

Knocked off f**kin with us boy

n***a we been doin this shit n***a

Niggaz need to bow the f**k down

And pay homage n***a

Niggaz been stealin our shit for years 40

Niggaz brave to talk around these motherf**kers

WATER

The whole enchilada the whole taco

I'm a capo

Play with hundred round drums

Me and my u-salaam

A stingy n***a watch every penny that I spend

Go to any hood in the world and fit right in

A young n***a with an old soul

A busy n***a put the President on hold

Ride Vogues 26 inch toes

Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke stogs

You can find me in the mall

Buyin up all the clothes

Or in A-T-L or Club 112 throwin them 'bows

Left and right arms froze

Cold like the ice from the cooler

Just left the jeweler rose gold Frank Mueller

I smoke big growin weed in my garage

Police roll up I got a cannabis card

Wait wait wait Money

Power and respect

40 told you mayne

We hongry

We eat soup with a fork around this b***h mayne

Knahmean Step your weight up

You niggaz pockets is touchin

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