text: Gettin high that a bitch on my special plane, switch it up
  In the light, doing my thing
  Blow me
  Light up, spark a tree
  No diss, keep it hood in my LRG
  Gettin high that a bitch on my special plane, switch it up
  In the light, doing my thing
  Blow me
  Light up, spark a tree
  No diss, keep it hood in my LRG
  Still ballin in the mix with some chicks
  Yeah they jumpin, all 96
  Remember All Star weekend?
  Them Lil Puerto Ricans?
  Yeah, I was freakin, all freakin weekend
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  Hit the corner store for a or double up
  Just got a page from a MILF who wanna double up
  Bring up Chess, the trippin so I hug it up
  But I aint trippin I got five more jumping so
  Hopped in my dirt bike, till it break white
  Eating pegs on the mongoose I got in third grade
  Bumble bee raincoat make it rain honey
  Cause them shots I made, I made those in them Jays so
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  Classmates in this bitch
  Miami grippin the game, ducking the vice
  Tried to plan something on me like Im stuck in a vice
  Step in the place, why you buckin the ace?
  I come first, get the hell out the way
  And get bent over
  Dope kicks, dope bitch flip her over
  Hands out, no , flip your hand over
  That ass fat enough to pop a band over
  You think Im playing? Press play on the camcorder
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