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Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with be RealCome on, kick that fly gangster shitBlowed away, flowin' awayChillin' like a motherfuckerOn this hot ass dayDamn, kinda hot, so I justRide as I glide down the wicked ass south sideSo, as I begin to flow, my label is Death RowYa know, caddy to the flowSo fire up the bud for them niggas todayCause we be bumpin' with the grooveGettin' blowed awayLet me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' goodThere's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hoodI don't want to be late, don't want to miss the funSo hurry up and get readyBefore they roll up a fat one[Chorus 1: x2]If you smell any smokeIt's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away(It's all good)Now we're rollin' 3 deep in my nigga's CadillacSongtexteAnd the talk is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto trackIf you want to ride, all you do is pull out the stackAnd baby you can get right in, for this 20 sack[Chorus 1: x2][Chorus 2: x2]They that there's a party tonightThere will be hoes shakin' they ass left to rightI'm havin' some fun, I got my gunBut no need for rat-tat-tat-tatRoll a fat oneAnd pass it aroundHey,I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long daySo I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat JAnd smoke it in the tub, while I'm gettin' rubbedCause a nigga like me got more hoes than a rugNow I ain't tryin' to dis nobody, assist nobodyAnd I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's assI lay, and say what I sayAll due respects to Tim and DeVante'For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paidSo pass the J, and let's get blowed away[Chorus 2] Aus Songtexte Mania