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dialtone*and dialing Soopafly*
"Yea": Kurupt
"Ay: soopafly" S
"Yup": K
"Ay: what's, the name of that song that goes dada-dada-da-da-da,
dadada-da-da", S
"It: ain't about you "?K
"That's: the one you have it on "?S
"Yea": K
"Oh: yea, that's, tight" S
"You: like that "?K
"Yea": Check

check check check check Microphone
check check check check check 1
2, check check check check check Live
in the place to be Soopafly
comin, at ya I
don't stop and I don't quit Comin
with that dogg pound gangsta shit Yea
peep, game Check
I, break a nigga neck I
keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I
like to rock a show I'm
stackin c-notes It's
soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know Now
peep so sweet unique I doubt if you could top the peak Keep
em in check No
sweat cock back fist connected to cheek They
sleep Kick
em in they ass wake up uh, now Let
me take you on a journey block to block Show
you how to pack heat drop, and 6 4 hop Cut
it up chop, my, homie got it Tray, don't stop Had
them bitches dope fiending like I'm slangin them rocks Straight
from the L we don't take no shit We
off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip We
the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with When
you in close range you best to duck quick Or
get smashed your last chance to forfeit Game
over I
knock a nigga from drunk to sober I
hope I don't have to maneuver the choker If
you wanna dance I do the polka Stickin
fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade Can

I ride in your car Girl?
I've gone too far Can
I smoke on your weed Nah?
that, ain't what you need Can
I borrow a dollar No?
but, you can eat this dick While
I smash my shit and I pop in my car Can
I give you my number Yea?
next, summer But
I'm hungry baby Sh
me, too that's, crazy So
open up the door 'cause I'm ready to go Aight
then but, I ain't got no money Ain't
you treatin baby Hell?
no Bitch
take another route you, ain't even what this song's about Bitch
I'm, on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin
until the sun come out Bitch

please Got
her speakin in Chinese They
like please Yea
just, pluck em off Mothafuck
all you hoes Fuck
em all This
is nothing but true game This
stainless thing got stained The
bitch gobble the best She
won a contest for the best jaws in the west The
homie said "Watch, my head" But
instead I, got a 45 caliber lead spitta A
nigga feelin bitter Shitty
as some kitty litter Take
off got, a Adolf Hitler Center
of attraction Multiplications
then subtractions From
the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit The
bitch on my dick I'm
like bitch forget, it Let
it loose bitch won't, you let it For
I ????? get a bad bitch from Connecticut A
typical hoe I'm
only in it for the blow The
bitch was only in it for the blow I
gave her some blow then let her blow Then
she turned blue On
the speed I grabbed the heater and then flew Can

I ride in your car Bitch?
I'm gone too far Can
I smoke on your weed Nah?
this, ain't what you need Can
I borrow a dollar Nah?
but, you can eat this dick While
I dip in my shit and uh pop, my cop off Can
I give you my number Nah?
maybe, next summer But
I'm hungry baby Yea
me, too that's, crazy So
open up the door 'cause I'm ready to go Aight
but, uh I, ain't got no money Ain't
you treatin baby Hell?
no Bitch
take another route you, ain't even what this song is about I'm
on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin
until the sun come out Now

all salute the supreme general that got style And
watch how I rock and lock the block down Tightly
to fight me will cause disaster No
chance to surpass the vocab I master As
the sun rotate took, my guns off safe Been
a thug since 8 always, drug my weight I
state the facts mothafuck, a platinum plaque Always
got my stack jackin off from havin a sack Niggas
act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in Shake
the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in But
I'ma stay bangin The
game that I'm claimin Gold
chain swangin While
the six trey hangin Back
bumpa Impact
the dumpa in the stash spot mash out Knock
it locked up with the ass drop Can

I ride in your car Bitch?
I'm gone too far Can
I smoke on your weed Nah?
this, ain't what you need Can
I borrow a dollar c?Nah
but, you can eat this dick While
I dip in my shit and uh pop, my cop off Can
I give you my number Get?
at me next summer But
I'm hungry baby Yea
me, too that's, crazy So
open up the door 'cause I'm ready to go Aight
but, I ain't got no money Ain't
you treatin baby Hell?
no Bitch
take another route you, ain't even what this song is about I'm
on a ride dip, and glidin through the hood Smokin
until the sun come out



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