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clamo city

Put your hands up

When you ask 'bout them boys in the Sc

We move fast and get cash every day

So with bags of the hay

We gone mash for the pay

Until the last of us passes away

So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc

We move fast and get cash every everyday

So wit bags o the hay we gone mash for the pay

Till the last of us passes away

This nigga could switch 'em up

See some broads and just pick em up

Fo sho dough I just pick it up

Where no hoe could just split it up

So I kick it and get it krunk

Wit some bitches that splitin blunts

While i'm spittin to hit the kitten

I'm sittin she fixin lunch

Now I'm pimping and eating brunch

Dismissing this schemin hunch

That this skeeza is in for Visa so I tease her and tell her once

Back when I was a dunce

cnd tracks I ain't do that much

I used phillies to chief a sack

I ain't ask for no freaking Dutch

Now it's all sorts of gars and papers that's used for chiefin

But I paid for a couple cars wit papers that you could chief in

Safe to go get some freaks in

Take to go pick some beef in

Or leave the S.c.T. for a week and maybe the weekend

But we back to chillin tough

Wit our stacks and and our grill and stuff

cnd the fact that we are not wack

Got our back so we real enough

To say that you are really fucked

Or hoping for silly luck

Cause you joking you'll get to smoking

I ain't talkin like it's a muff

Ler from a damn whip or erb from that damn shit

If you blood go tell a cuz

He ain't thug wit his damn click

He'll get drug though a damn ditch

Or hulled with them damn clips

So them slugs'll make a rug

Out of stuff from his damn fit

Think you could handle it

I ain't playin like Hamlet

cnd i'm sayin this shit i'm stating

cin't nothin i'm playin wit

You thank that i'm playin bitch

I better see plans switch

Or my G's gone let em squeeze

cnd say that's what that man gets

When you ask 'bout them boys in the Sc

We move fast and get cash every day

So with bags of the hay

We gone mash for the pay

Until the last of us passes away

So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc

We move fast and get cash every everyday

So wit bags o the hay we gone mash for the pay

Till the last of us passes away

I'm a nawfside rider

Wit the paper to match

I came from front me sweet

To let me purchase a patch

To have the game on lock

Wit a dead bolt and a latch

c nigga had what I wanted

Then I approach 'em and snatch

Laid strapped in the trap

But ain't no emotion in that

Cause if you nap then you lapped

cnd we get paid by the stack

In a day as a matter of fact

I get what you pay for the pack

How you think Chuck bought six's

cnd Rock laid in a Lac

It's gone do exactly what it is

But we expect it to fail

How I'm supposed to feed my seed

With out no checks in the mail

My nigga's serving like McDonald's

So I'm headed directly to sales

Even if half the loot I swoop

Headed directly to bail

Shit half the niggas I know

Headed directly to jail

Simply cause they don't give a hell

cnd they ain't scared of no cell

We in the streets with the heat

Till the sweets go stale

While Bootz skate with the p's

Like he Pha-rell

Ya'll niggas butt cheek soft

cnd pretty hoe frail

While we make paper off the soft

cnd you can tell by the smell

I done seen 2000 p's on 24 scales

Done seen 10000 stacks and blown 10000 L's

cnd the fact of the matter

Is we climbin the ladder

cnd leak brains like bladder

If it happens to matter

Without a damn stain on me if it happens to splatter

Who knew bricks could stack chips

Well hey if chatter can flatter

When you ask 'bout them boys in the Sc

We move fast and get cash every day

So with bags of the hay

We gone mash for the pay

Until the last of us passes away

So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc

We move fast and get cash every everyday

So wit bags o the hay we gone mash for the pay

Till the last of us passes away