Uhh. Yeahh. Rest In Peace Pimp C Fool Yeah, Uh Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
Fuck all that shit you talk, you ain't got no Byzantine chain, Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes bitches tangled in my slang - pilot language We assassinate them lames flash my high beams get the fuck up out our lane say Trade, I swear this shit going how we planned it, less a couple niggas though, I ain't really trippin' though see 'em when we see 'em send 'em bottles and a couple hos spread love is the Jet way, all day, me and my bitch ridin' to that Biggie up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket real niggas from my set know I still kick it others be like I don't fuck with 'em, that's why I don't fuck with 'em I don't know why though, I ain't ever fuck with 'em would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em well fuck niggas. We roll up bigger than you used to seein' smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein' this is trill nigga season, real niggas eatin', scrap, get the scraps if we leave em. Yeah
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be fucked up but all my joints gon' smoke so my bitches get highed up
