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Performed by Yukmouth & Lee Majors. (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real niggas rock with me (Verse) Holler at yo fuckin boy, got everything from girl to that motherfuckin boy My pockets full grown, you a motherfuckin boy King gutta, sandbox, I got all the fuckin toys You ain't to be a part, niggas lookin like they starving I got a job for you, nigga meet me at the gardens 6 500 block, locked with the gardens I made my block apartment nigga rockin up the margin Step into my office, let me check yo G vows So you never snitched and know how to break K down I be hard in the pay like Shaq on the re-sign Well I'm the motherfuckin connect, the mex is on speed dial Another goon hired, put his ass to work SongtexteSo I grab the Gucci duffle bag and flew his ass to work Put stars on the track, niggas call me Captain Kirk It be cool through the month but it be smackin on the verse (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real niggas rock with me (Verse) I'm the motherfuckin man Cuz I could work wonders with these motherfuckin hands Whip it like a slave when that motherfucker raid Bring the choppa to yo city like the motherfuckin bed 100 grand wrap the rubber bands, vacuum sealed Throw bricks with the dragon stamp on the true deal I never sold a pack to a nigga that squealed Cuz even yo little bruh could be a rat, blue hill The trap shit is ill, niggas gotta stay sharp And separate the goonies from the motherfuckin mobs And separate the guppies from the motherfuckin sharks I'm just stickin to the script, nigga play yo fuckin part All these phony ass trappers, nigga you a actor Fake ass coke prices, nigga who asked ya? I'm getting to the cake, pushing weight like a tractor Cuz 1988 they was callin me a factor (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real niggas rock with me (Verse) Smoking on kush, riding through my city Sittin up high, I got some drugs on 50's Regime mobster, come get with me Yea I got the line from Bobby and Whitney I mean cocaine history, I whip up instantly Ice cubes in a jar, make you locks so pretty 46 zips and the kid can't count Money comin in but a large is amount My hands touch dough, I could make it snow Bar set me up, I cop 12 bricks of bow Gunnin for the low, sold em for high Purple not dark enough, hit it with the dye Twerk it back boy, elbow the bars Trapped in the west, kids in the yard Catch me by the stove, cheffin up hard Maje I'm the boy boy like my nigga Marv (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real niggas rock with me Aus Songtexte Mania