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Killin Em CuzzyYeahOriginal Floss gang Cuzzy Capone You are now welcome to the thunderdome, nigga Ayy, fresh out the oven It's Hell round here, my block is bakin' Young cuz sittin' on the curb of Satan Kush by the bricks, real cash I'm makin' Dredlock wig lookin' like a Jamaican Real hood nigga here stunin' with the Cartiers Hundred hoes thank Jesus Christ 'cause he brung 'em here Lotta niggas say a lot of shit but I never cared Death knockin' all the time, young thugs never there Haagen-Dazs CL stunin' with the cat mouth Mandalay Bay, cheddar boy with the cash out Livin' life like I'm walkin' on my last route Waitin' on this bitch to pop a pill and then pass out Whole baller suite, hoe frontin' with her ass out Playin' with the Crip like I won't blow her back out Cuz Holiday, put her to bed and lash out I-15, headed back to the crackhouse You killin' 'em cousin' (Slow down, baby) You killin' 'em cousin' (Yeah, slow down, baby) You killin' 'em cousin' (Slow down, baby) You killin' 'em cousin' (Yeah, slow down, baby) You killin' 'em cousin' (Slow down, baby) You killin' 'em cousin' (Yeah, slow down, baby) |