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H.I. Double L.

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(E-40)
Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rear view mirror
Pervin like a mothafucka swervin
Hope I don`t scrub in my `95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin niggas tweak
Quick fast and a hurry don`t worry 40 vision blurry
Shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga Joe Torre
(Celly Cel)
What do you know it`s siggity Cel
That funky niggero that funky nigga doe
Kickin in doors you beta grab ya hoe
I see ya cruisin in the late night
creepin wit my nigga B-Legit and 40 water, ah shit
(40)
We`re here-we`re there-we`re everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don`t care
(B-Legit)
I`m from the H.I.L.L. the place where my niggas bell
A mack muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell
(40)
A tick a tock, the shit da spot
They say them crazy muthafuckas pull out a chop
(B)
I watch them muthafuckas run
I do this shit for fun
You niggas know you can`t get none
(40)
Biatch

Chorus-
I`m from the V.A.L.L.E.J.O
H.I.L.L side doe
Spittin straight game is all a nigga know and ahh
and they be like... (there they go,off to the liquor store)
(B)
I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I`ve been
And so what I smells like pussy and gin
I had money to make
Bitches to break and if the shit was out of line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I`m a mobster
Sippin DP eatin lobster
Don`t get it confused you won`t get abused
As long as you makin` me them revenues
(Cel)
That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the gut
Ain`t got no love for `em all I love to do is dick `em
Pass `em to the extra mannish nigga 40 water
(40)
If I was popeye with a ?
You could kiss my big black royal
I`m not funkin` over Oliveoil
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me till my dick shriveled up like a prun
(Cel)
Well pass the Hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over hit it from the back and let her ride
You know it`s Sick Wid It
Hog gotta put the shake down
Shot her to the left nigga hit me with the break down

Chorus
(40)
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Safire, Bombay
? the punch bowl full of hurricane
That`ll last a nigga dang near all day
Smokin` HERB we gets perved cop a squat
Let`s hang out at the old Cola spot
(B)
Nigga I`m a Louie smokes damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager here
You been blowin` me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
(40)
High steppin`
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I`m a “Rock star”Hate goin dove rock
Nigga let me use your fuckin car
All the way to sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday
Threw up money tore up ass botch you call the po po on me
Told `em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Salonto County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alezah bottles and they was askin me where I`m from
And I said bitch

Chorus

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