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Ay yo we ran the spots
Had to rain the shots, crack pots
Still had the hammers hot
Blow out your candle, my shower shoes Louie sandals
Peace lord, drop the razors at Diego's spot
My shooter got his face stuck in a yayo block (sniff)
Face numb, spray drum since day one
Take you off the surf from under the Sun
Rib shot make him do a somersault
Scratch the serial numbers off
My rich fiend tryin to buy another jaw
Pay my shooter for a body, killed two more by mistake
Ordering Pharrel Moët bottles by the case
Pour it on the ground for Chine Gunn, Bakin, Dip, Pric
