All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
We going weed, women and some alcohol
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
From the weed staining and all thats remaining
Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed
Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed
We going weed, women and some alcohol
I'm the prototype with a godly protocol
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
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