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| (Talking) We now return you to you're regular- scheduled programming I'm bout to bring out the whole- Young Money fam right now We gon' set this shit off My nigga Mac May for president G-series out in the streets right now Hit a nigga on MySpace or somethin' man Holla (Sample) Day dreamin' I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Day dreamin'! (Hook) You already know What the fuck is poppin' Baby I'm what's hoppin-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low I'ma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's comin' slow (Verse 1) Shhh... I can hear the reaper comin' But I ain't scared Oh, no, no, I ain't runnin' Now when I walk past You might see an extra shadow Angels on my shoulders Are usin' me for a battle Spiritual warfare, good versus evil I even fought the demons as a semen Yes I was brought there Cursed ever since my day of birth Got a Heaven-sent flow Though, it's Hell on Earth (Hell on Earth) So wit' that in mind, I don't live for Prada I'm tryin'a stack n' mack, and got stigmata Tryin'a get the same fan base as Big Poppa Sometimes when I flow They say the southern Big's popped up They tell me "don't get mur'd, or get locked up" But I'm from Holly Grove I can't give the block up (Holly Grove) So til' the day they drop my box, fuck I'ma ride wit' my Glocks up You already know (Hook) You already know What the fuck is poppin' Baby I'm what's hoppin-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low I'ma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's comin' slow (Bring it home mang) I'm hitch hikin' on the highway of life You might see me on the side of the road (Who knew this nigga could sing?) I asked the Lord to be my coat and umbrella Cause outside it's rainin' cold It's so cold It's so cooold It's so cold (America) It's so cooold (Verse 2) I say, Miss America, Land of the Free You ain't never do nothin' For a brotha like me You sold me a dream of forty acres and a mule Then you turn that half-a-acre that I had, into a pool You get up on the news, lyin' bout how the levy's broke Now Weezy lost two Jags, and spitta's Chevy broke Flooded out engines, messed up suspensions You took everything we had Uncle Sam, you Satan fan (Hook) You already know What the fuck is poppin' Baby I'm what's hoppin-a I keep a Zip-Lock bag full of 'Dro And I keep a bad bitch wit' me on the low I'ma be a G until the day that I go I can feel it in the air The reaper's comin' slow |
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