When rob and dez was in the ball pit
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore
Mo county, va, show is over, encore
Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys
Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace
Amazing and fire blazing ill rob your retirement savings
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"
Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue
It's a fools fatewithout your word
Than i rob you and smoke all your herb
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