| Got drank by the paint, dro by the pound
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| It’s 2002, and it still go down
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| Headed back to the Kappa, still 4's and adapters
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| It’s the Mr. Slim Thug, the flow pro rapper
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| I got a caramel model, shaped like a coke bottle
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| On I 4−5, mashing on a Coupe throttle
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| We gon shut the wall down, I said it and I meant it
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| Best believe them Boyz In Blue, gon represent it
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| Never tripping off the laws, we gon move the crowd
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| When we come through swanging, with the beat up loud
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| Ah this year baby, I’m the Boss-Boss
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| I got candy and chrome, on everything I floss
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| Still wrecking with the house, it ain’t no love loss
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| Me and Watts getting money, while these haters fall off
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| Sitting on the sideline, they should of stayed down
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| Ain’t shit changed but the times, is back in 9−9
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| Still getting what’s mine, I’m still on the grind
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| Making big dollar signs, on I’m still unsigned
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| You can’t knock us, number one requested from the boppers
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| Only rapper in Houston, riding on don’t-stopper's
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| (*scratching*)
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| I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
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| Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall
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| I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
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| I’m the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper
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| I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
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| Watch me ball up and down the C-Wall
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| I’m headed to the Kappa, on 4 swangas and adapters
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| I’m the hating no slapper, and the flow pro rapper |