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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with B Real
Come on, kick that fly gangsta shit Blowed away, flowin' away Chillin' like a mothafucka On this hot ass day Damn, kinda hot, so I just Ride as I glide down the wicked ass south side So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row Ya know, caddy to the flow So fire up the bud for them niggas today 'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove Gettin' blowed away Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood I don't wanna be late, don't wanna miss the fun So hurry up and get ready Before they roll up a fat one (1) If you smell any smoke It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away (It's all good) (Repeat 1) Now we're rollin' 3 deep in my nigga's Caddillac And the talk is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out the stack And baby you can get right in, for this 20 sack (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) (2) They that there's a party tonight There will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun But no need for rat-tat-tat-tat Roll a fat one (Repeat 2) And pass it around Ohhh Heyyy I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J And smoke it in the tub, while I'm gettin' rubbed Cuz a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug Now I ain't tryna dis nobody, assist nobody And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass I lay, and say what I say All due respects to Tim and DeVante' For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid So pass the J, and let's get blowed away (Repeat 2 to fade) |
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from Above The Rim (할렘 덩크) by Marcus Miller [ost] (1994)
Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with B Real
Come on, kick that fly gangsta shit Blowed away, flowin' away Chillin' like a mothafucka On this hot ass day Damn, kinda hot, so I just Ride as I glide down the wicked ass south side So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row Ya know, caddy to the flow So fire up the bud for them niggas today 'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove Gettin' blowed away Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood I don't wanna be late, don't wanna miss the fun So hurry up and get ready Before they roll up a fat one (1) If you smell any smoke It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away (It's all good) (Repeat 1) Now we're rollin' 3 deep in my nigga's Caddillac And the talk is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out the stack And baby you can get right in, for this 20 sack (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) (2) They that there's a party tonight There will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun But no need for rat-tat-tat-tat Roll a fat one (Repeat 2) And pass it around Ohhh Heyyy I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J And smoke it in the tub, while I'm gettin' rubbed Cuz a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug Now I ain't tryna dis nobody, assist nobody And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass I lay, and say what I say All due respects to Tim and DeVante' For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid So pass the J, and let's get blowed away (Repeat 2 to fade) |
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