Thinkin of the the dreams
All that ass in your jeans
Endless the days, forever the nights,
When i get my hands on nines
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes
Saw the bombs on the news
As the king upon the throne
So is dr. j and moses malone
Still the man with the pan
Fuck that nigga, wolf gang
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga
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