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[Verse 1]
The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt and niggas get killed
Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk
King of the Hill baby momma named Jill
Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe just a lil
Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious
Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read all this
Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's
She so horny outside its stormy
Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie
Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie
In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me

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[Verse 2]
I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
Like my girl sassy southern and sexy
Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me
Im like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us
Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us
Nigga you aint ballin take them 20's off that Taurus
Appologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past
For everytime I didnt clean the house and cut the grass
Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces
Drug dealing son aint much to be proud of
My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up
I promised to get out of the game so many times
Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines

[Chorus: JC ad libs]

[Verse 3]
I put the codeine in my soda pop
Cops lookin at me like I stole the drop
What I cant have things like swing-a-langs
Twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers
Im a +Star+ like +Spangle+ my chain gon jangle
7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle
Ima give my Seiko to my homeboy Pedro
I make hoes strip at every state show
"Niggas wanna kill me ill let yall tell it
You know how many times I heard that shit
Yall niggas sound like parrots
Im a Green Beret yall niggas green ba-rrots"
I hit you from the back but you dont land on your chest
I pop stress pills like 4bars and X
Ima buy things like Rolls's and jets
I left a mark on this game and didnt get no credit
I got a song called Hatin' and I cant even spell it

[Chorus: JC ad libs]
[Verse 1]  The game on tilt Dope House what I built  Beans get spilt and niggas get killed  Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled  Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk  King of the Hill baby momma named Jill  Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe just a lil  Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious  Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions  Rats n roaches baseball coaches  That was '82 now I stay by the ocean  In a 3 story while I while I read all this  Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's  She so horny outside its stormy  Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie  Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie  In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me    [Chorus: JC ad libs]    [Verse 2]  I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck  I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette  Like my girl sassy southern and sexy  Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me  Im like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas  I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us  Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us  Nigga you aint ballin take them 20's off that Taurus  Appologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past  For everytime I didnt clean the house and cut the grass  Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches  Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces  Drug dealing son aint much to be proud of  My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up  I promised to get out of the game so many times  Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines    [Chorus: JC ad libs]    [Verse 3]  I put the codeine in my soda pop  Cops lookin at me like I stole the drop  What I cant have things like swing-a-langs  Twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers  Im a +Star+ like +Spangle+ my chain gon jangle  7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle  Ima give my Seiko to my homeboy Pedro  I make hoes strip at every state show  "Niggas wanna kill me ill let yall tell it  You know how many times I heard that shit  Yall niggas sound like parrots  Im a Green Beret yall niggas green ba-rrots"  I hit you from the back but you dont land on your chest  I pop stress pills like 4bars and X  Ima buy things like Rolls's and jets  I left a mark on this game and didnt get no credit  I got a song called Hatin' and I cant even spell it    [Chorus: JC ad libs]