Uhh. Yeahh.
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ked up
but all my joints gon` smoke so G`s gon` get highed up

F**k all that s**t you talk,
you ain`t got no Byzantine chain,
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy`s - candy canes
bitches tangled in my slang - pilot language
We assassinate them lames
flash my high beams
get the f**k up out our lane
say Trade, I swear this s**t going how we planned it,
less a couple ni**as though, I ain`t really trippin` though
see `em when we see `em
send `em bottles and a couple hos
spread love is the Jet way,
all day, me and my bitch ridin` to that Biggie
up to Texas choppin` wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
real ni**as from my set know i still kick it
others be like i don`t f**k with `em,
that`s why i don`t f**k with `em
I don`t know why though, i ain`t ever f**k with `em
would never do that to `em, if i came up with `em
well f**k ni**as.
We roll up bigger than you used to seein`
smokin` em in places you ain`t used to bein`
this is trill ni**a season,
real ni**as eatin`, scrap,
get the scraps if we leave em.
Yeah

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ked up
but all my joints gon` smoke so G`s gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ked up
but all my joints gon` smoke so my bitches get highed up