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la da da\nIf you my nigga, you my nigga til we go\nOne of the few I would take a bullet fo'\nLet's toast til we die\nRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da\n\nThe smell of marijuana reeks off me\nI raise hell 'fore I speak softly, caught in the mix\nPut at least a hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6\nAcknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix\nWe ain't never left the hood, so we camcorded the trips\nI done watched the nigga go from BET to the Bricks, shit\nThe slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave me\nI'm a bachelor, nigga you ain't knockin my lady\nA lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately\nAnd I hope you catch this long nap, rock-a-bye baby\nWe two brothers, pitched outta different mommas\nClose enough to conflict and put the shit behind us\nYour baby boy meet the daytime\nOldest watchin and these niggas tryin to get mine\nRemember back then the lines in your flat top\nHopin your moms ain't the momma on crack rock\n\nIf you my nigga, you my nigga til the end\nFuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz\nLet's toast til we die\nRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da\nIf you my nigga, you my nigga til we go\nOne of the few I would take a bullet fo'\nLet's toast til we die\nRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da\n\nKeep my, mind on my money, and my head to the sky\nI never really smile much, if you was here you'd know why\nThere's frustration and fire if you look in my eye\nThe media fuckin me up, right hookin my high\nNiggas hated on us 'fore the game took us inside\nThen they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and cried\nI got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my crib\nAnd handsome's one of the things they been callin the kid\nThey watch you close when you coppin all the VS stones\nIf you ain't tryin to get it poppin, leave the BS home\nI got a saditty broad that gives the best dome\nAnd I'm blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown, homes\nYou won't know when they gon' dump a slug\nBut you can tell I'm gettin money from the line out in front the club\nMy whole click caked up, you can't compare the dough\nAnd if it's only one bitch, then we gon' share the ho\n\nIf you my nigga, you my nigga til the end\nFuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz\nLet's toast til we die\nRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - 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la da da\n[02:29.22] If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go\n[02:31.81] One of the few I would take a bullet fo'\n[02:34.74] Let's toast til we die\n[02:36.02] Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da\n\n[02:40.19] Keep my, mind on my money, and my head to the sky\n[02:42.94] I never really smile much, if you was here you'd know why\n[02:45.77] There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye\n[02:48.49] The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high\n[02:51.38] Niggas hated on us 'fore the game took us inside\n[02:54.10] Then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and cried\n[02:56.90] I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my crib\n[02:59.73] And handsome's one of the things they been callin the kid\n[03:02.58] They watch you close when you coppin all the VS stones\n[03:05.37] If you ain't tryin to get it poppin, leave the BS home\n[03:08.25] I got a saditty broad that gives the best dome\n[03:11.05] And I'm blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown, homes\n[03:14.42] You won't know when they gon' dump a slug\n[03:16.54] But you can tell I'm gettin money from the line out in front the club\n[03:20.06] My whole click caked up, you can't compare the dough\n[03:22.83] And if it's only one bitch, then we gon' share the ho\n\n[03:25.58] If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end\n[03:28.54] Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz\n[03:31.10] Let's toast til we die\n[03:32.86] Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - 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la da da\n If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go\n One of the few I would take a bullet fo'\n Let's toast til we die\n Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da\n\n (If you my nigga you my nigga til the end.. my friend)\n (If you my nigga you my nigga til we go.. my niggarole)\n .. la da da\n\n -- Synced by NoMan --\n"}]