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How We Do - Instrumental
Aww Yea lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78 lac oh clean gangsta lean i got green bud i serve doves like it aint no thang i hang with OG playas dont set trip or you might get what we call a rat pack i dont slack when it come to streets i get real g funk to a gangsta beat its so sweet when you got money to spend i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz i make ends spend my dough oh no fo thats how it is and thats how it go act like you know when i creep real slow givin love to the playas that i know is real
(2Pac)
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a '61 Chevy still heavy in this game can you feel me Blame it on my momma Im a thug nigga Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up WESTSIDE!!! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped love fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks Californias where I'm at ridin' Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot and didnt die let em see whos next to try Did I cry hell nah nigga tear shed for all my homies in the pen many peers dead Niggaz still ballin
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