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Say, my nigga, huh You not gon' believe this shit when I tell you this, cuh Nigga, I had the craziest motherfucking dream Listen when I tell you this, my nigga I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records We gon' take a trip right now Like we always do about this time No, we didn't Haha, yes, he did What the fuck is up, niggas and niggess? Oh, yeah We back up in this motherfucker You wouldn't believe me even if I told you niggas My game is cold, I could still mold you niggas Roll you niggas a fat stick of that chronic A hundred sixty million dollar man (What?), bitch, I'm bionic SN, lesson (Huh?), step in (What? Huh?), automatic weapon Death Row, oh, no, can't let this shit go I think about Pac, I think about Sugе, I think about Nate I think I left a small piecе on my plate I'ma rework this shit and get a few things straight Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape And call my lil' cute bitch who loves smokin' on vapes Let that settle in, Death Row back in Cuh gon' let 'em in SongtexteAin't no love lost, nigga, understand me? Those my carnales, that's my family (Haha) We back on buzz We ride for each other 'cause that's what it is, nigga And that's what it was Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business We LLC'd up, Los Angeles G'd up Yeah, yeah, I don't love you no more Aus Songtexte Mania