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Door get to sinking like quicksand Trying to fit like 300 bitches in Man I get my weed from my white friends And I get my chopper from my black friends Pistol make a bitch nigga breakdance We can't communicate don't shake hands Ima do a chopper and I bless them Bow bow bow Travelling without moving Staying groovy Rolled a few before the homie came to scoop me Youngster you not alone the struggle is all of ours truly They seem not to recognize until we behave unruly Let loose their hostility oh now you feeling me? 100 lowriders in a line that's a lowrider centipede Supercede and preconceived expectations of me Super stoned but you know I get straight to the cheese Smoking the most potent my mind sharp and focused well spoken Shorty bought me everything I wanted plus woke up and made me a gold star breakfast this morning She trying to earnt eh position while my concern is for tenuous failures Door get to sinking like quicksand Trying to fit like 300 bitches in Man I get my weed from my white friends And I get my chopper from my black friends SongtextePistol make a bitch nigga breakdance We can't communicate don't shake hands Ima do a chopper and I bless them Bow bow bow Pulled up in the drop top she dropped in Trying to come home but I don't want no zombies in my bed Ganja to my head accurate like Infrared In the Acura NS-X you know who getting bread Baking loaves taking hoes She was intoxicated touching the stars in my Rolls Now she fucking a star in a Rolls The driver is also my homey he's standing outside strapped till I'm done with her body We backsliding trapped in the game I swear that this bitch got me sinking man Trapped in the game I swear this bitch got me sinking man Door get to sinking like quicksand Trying to fit like 300 bitches in Man I get my weed from my white friends And I get my chopper from my black friends Pistol make a bitch nigga breakdance We can't communicate don't shake hands Ima do a chopper and I bless them Bow bow bow Aus Songtexte Mania