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(feat. Quick Ta Mac) [verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead] it's 7:20 am and I'm already awoke I'm bustin down all my chronic roaches is smoked I'm hella mad cause I had me a bag but I lost it or else did I smoke it, or else had to toss it damn you forget shit fuckin 'round with this shit but I gotsta have it, my habit's like an addict I spark the sticky resedue immediately smoked don't let it gets the best of me I tells my troat as I stepped out my house and stopped shortin, no loc I ran back in and I grabbed my 4-4 so I'm 'bout to slide to the side they ride on and post up them hoes that I can gets my grind on my mind on nuttin' but my loot today just coming up and flossin like dukes dekay fat sack, my strap and I'm rollin and twelve packs dumpin and I'm smokin on the doja [chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] still rollin and that's a fact that nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright) still rollin and you know that's right two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside Songtexte[verse: Quick Ta Mac] well the friday just hit and it's twelve o'clock I gots my shit about to shot must stay T top Karl motherfuckin T hooked me up with the bombay so I gets my floss on, like that, peep the disflact the summer's poppin and I'm gon be niggaz knockin (why) 'cause jealous motherfuckers talk shit when they see you clockin but that ain't shit 'cause that's the same niggaz on my dick who wanna sell with me and bell with me and elevate their grip the sun is up niggaz deep cloggin up the street Too Cool hit up the spot with hoes in his backseat my pants was creased and was faded you might as well call me Smokey 'cause I'm in by in on friday too, that Boogaloo got me tweakin (uh huh) right now I'm chocolate speakin to talkin about this weekend but you continue to dash up like mincheekin this nigga Quick this Mike be peepin and have 'em niggaz leapin [chorus x2: Lil' 1/2 Dead] still rollin and that's a fact that nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac (well allright) still rollin and you know that's right two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside [verse: Lil' 1/2 Dead] I decided to ride with a set-up camp and put the lick down like a postman staff wrap around the corner 'cause the cops on hot revenge 'till the end then I drops my rocks on locks off the hoop 'cause the doobs got near plus niggaz is seem to see my shit is straight dancin the streets heat in my pants in case I have to trip double M with the extra clips slips never 'cause I always gots my strap and I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back in fact, my sack was way off in the cut and tryna make a sell and the cops pulled up, shucks I had the ends and the cavvy in my hand they took me to the station and my bell was too gray I belled out and my pockets still swollin and bellin up ocean nigga, and I'm still rollin [chorus x4: Lil' 1/2 Dead] still rollin and that's a fact that nigga Half Dead and young Quicc Ta Mac still rollin and you know that's right two B.G.'s from the.. eas-eastside Aus Songtexte Mania