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Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch
The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy
That's Happi to be Nappi

Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks
And groups and troops with timbo boots and jail suits
That's how I'm rollin' my hair-do don't
Win I will I got wantin' competition ain't dope

Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya
Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later
You wanna flip, tell 'em full semi half with a dip
And all that other ringling brothers shit

Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I
Shin slam the flim flim and then jam
You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far
No matter where you go, there you are

We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash

Here we go yo
Hit a nigga, kill a nigga will come back
See a sucker, stretch a sucker guard your naps
Cussin wasn't nothin' til a black man rapped
See a forty suck a forty, guess who's back

You're chillin' with a Teddy fillin' villian
Steppin' to the puny puddy punks catchin' fillings
I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter
Punk motherfucker I'll cut up, workin' from the gut up

Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy
Ready for the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie
Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat
What you see is what you get

We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash

Comin' round your corner with my uptown bunch
I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps
Give it up, it's a juice thing, I'm steppin' for the rep and
Wreckin' all the rest and, weapon testin' on who's steppin'

Ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff
Nigga if you're tough knuckle up
I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash
After I laugh then I'll dash

You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal
Shootin' up your toes makin' sandals
Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me
I do my dirt all by my lonely

We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash

We gonna
We gonna
We gonna

We gonna
We gonna
We gonna
We gonna

We gonna
We gonna
We gonna
We gonna
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff   But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch   The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy   That's Happi to be Nappi      Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks   And groups and troops with timbo boots and jail suits   That's how I'm rollin' my hair-do don't   Win I will I got wantin' competition ain't dope      Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya   Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later   You wanna flip, tell 'em full semi half with a dip   And all that other ringling brothers shit      Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I   Shin slam the flim flim and then jam   You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far   No matter where you go, there you are      We gonna break, we gonna bash   We gonna roll, we gonna smash   We gonna break, we gonna bash   We gonna roll, we gonna smash      Here we go yo   Hit a nigga, kill a nigga will come back   See a sucker, stretch a sucker guard your naps   Cussin wasn't nothin' til a black man rapped   See a forty suck a forty, guess who's back      You're chillin' with a Teddy fillin' villian   Steppin' to the puny puddy punks catchin' fillings   I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter   Punk motherfucker I'll cut up, workin' from the gut up      Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy   Ready for the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie   Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat   What you see is what you get      We gonna break, we gonna bash   We gonna roll, we gonna smash   We gonna break, we gonna bash   We gonna roll, we gonna smash      Comin' round your corner with my uptown bunch   I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps   Give it up, it's a juice thing, I'm steppin' for the rep and   Wreckin' all the rest and, weapon testin' on who's steppin'      Ain't no bluff for the niggy nuff, for the rugged ruff stuff   Nigga if you're tough knuckle up   I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash   After I laugh then I'll dash      You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal   Shootin' up your toes makin' sandals   Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me   I do my dirt all by my lonely      We gonna break, we gonna bash   We gonna roll, we gonna smash   We gonna break, we gonna bash   We gonna roll, we gonna smash      We gonna   We gonna   We gonna      We gonna   We gonna   We gonna   We gonna      We gonna   We gonna   We gonna   We gonna