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C Loc Get Yours

ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n I'm in the telly workin' up a sweat stroke Tonight's the night, you can fall in love You can call your mama

they can't fade us Why they wanna test, now you rockin' with the best And my whole fam fam is the greatest Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master Playas operation stack your

why my name in your female's phone But you really startin' to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin' to get

it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established Long money, way before I signed for cabbage Chorus [E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your

, put the pipe down, put the pipe down Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down Put your, put your, put your bong down put the bong

shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz

worry 'bout ya time zone homie get yo' grind on [Repeat] [Cube & Mack] Get it Get it Ahaha My nigga that shit is hard as fuck Get it get it get it get

the cash loc It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom Product of them palm trees, make your

to hit your bitch nigga ren with it Y'all need to quit it This shit legendary, fuck around With it and yo mama get buried Your first born and that bitch