Humming on harmonicas

Mean I’m bustin blahdidas

Reaction to the blahblahblahs

Strolling through a bloody scene, slicker than Mr LaDiDa

Puffin on the chronic, uh, the indica, the purple stuff

Sippin through a straw that’s connected to a codeine cup

Never for the cuff up, so I shortcut through stores that’s up

Gun gets stripped, disposed of in a trash, alley, and a gutter

Never catch this shoota, and I stamp that on my mutha

A different day, a different dollar, today was just another

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