Get Loud

[verse 1:]

When I got to the spot it wasn't even crowded

Made a few phone calls now we all bout it, bout it

Pillin with it, hella fitted, punk rock better quit it

Got one pill left and she askin me to split it

I ain't with it, where I'm goin?

Bitch Why?

Have you ever had X O in your eye?

Bitch why, die, choke on suffa

My niggas in da back trynna smoke on suffa

Fa sho gone stuff a, dub in da wood

Now it's me, MD, PSD and Shoog

I'm feelin' good, UGH, got a hoe on jock

I think she on pills to, maybe not

Baby cock, nineteen, with her own spot

And a day with Dre, I'll have her on robot

It don't stop, I'm a mack and I'm proud, I go wild get hyphy, get loud

[verse 2:]

It was me, Hedi, and Black Jesus

Goin 2 da store to bring back the juice

So we can get to pillin it, feelin it man

Giggin hella hard and start killin it man

We I'll in da van, Chevy 20s

Fat backwood, never skinny

Icon Nikes on my feet

And I come hyphy on my beats

She wear cleats cause shes in da game

An All-Star legend in da Jaw of Fame

If it's all da same, I think I'll pass

She gots lots of ass but, no cash

And I needs cash like a car needs gas,

If you don't got it, get far, quick, fast

I'm a star with class, Big Famous, Thizzlamic

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