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Disturbing the Peace Miscellaneous Smokin' Dro [Chorus: I-20] I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty [Tity Boi] See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down when ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip when we started choppin O's off in this empty apartment See I was, standin in the track, and my back is the target With a hammer on my side lookin like I'm layin carpets See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin like this cable On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur See I'm ridin and I'm blowin on twenty dollar bills Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic status I still stacked 100 G's stayin in my momma's attic Stackin under Kraft-matics, willie sleepin on the cheese See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's And I'm ridin in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley on the block, with the top back, blowin out that (?) [Chorus - 2X] [I-20] You know I-20 ridin Regal's - cuttin cutters since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin Tity on my system knock so loud (loud) they call the cops on me Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for me This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L. and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I hide the scales Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, (?) when they in ya I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it When it comes to that ridin and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga [Chorus - 2X] [Ludacris] Yo, gotta get that monkey off my BACK.. sir I'm smokin dro and choppin O's up in my 'LLAC.. sir Where the fuck you at when them little bitty "Animals ATTACK".. sir? I'm in the TRAP and when I get caught up in a RAP-ture RELAX.. sir It's like cata-RACTS to me, AC-tually it HAS to be a FAC-tory of SMOKE and clouds I'm CHOK-in proud and RHAP-sody, the SACK of trees is WROTE and now So POT-ent now the TRACK is squeezed So CLAP and be happy to be nappy and snappin Just keep on rappin but nobody comes AF-ter me POP.. {*cough*} one hit from the blunt then I stop drop, ROLLLLL!! Really really wanna fuck with the glock glock? NOOOO!! They so simple better hit that block, SLOWWWW!! On yo' mark, get get ready, set, GOOOO!! You could watch this Georgia tech' BLOWWWW!! If I don't get some of that wet wet wet-t-t wet DROOOO!! [Chorus - 2X] |
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