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 I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
 
I wear a 'S' on my chest, I prefer my vest 
And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress 
'Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things 
Turn up the alpine and let the woofers bang bang 
 
To the boogie say up jump the boogie 
He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies, I shook thee 
I coulda took him, but he wasn't even worth a bullet 
I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it 
 
From defamation to decimation 
Every day is like summer vacation 
A nigga couldn't wait for somethin' good to put in yo Kenwood 
Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood 
 
I'm a East Side nigga, gotta have sprilla 
Do or die, low down, real life killa 
They comin' through the hold on tip-toe 
You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe 
 
I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
 
Yes, yes, y'all 
40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all 
Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all 
When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, oh, that be you 
 
When our four colors rock, front and ass out 
All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block 
Your sounds ain't beatin' so your girls ain't freakin' 
Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin' 
 
Hit 'em in their eyes and go suicides 
Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like 
To hit the mic for a licken Hell no, I ain't trippin' 
Cause I kinda like pimpin' bein' freer than a pigeon 
 
Got your bitch down in positions, all kinda ways 
40 Thevz pimpin' these suckas till they graze 
So, come with these weak flows, if you must 
But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust 
 
I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
 
Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride 
Like Clyde, Drexler, this is East Side 
Westa, recognize the routine 
Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team 
 
So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo? 
That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo 
We lay low, all up in the cut 
If it's suicide then roll the bustas up 
 
And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut 
Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch 
Now the party didn't start 'til I walked in 
And it probably wont end 'til I sip Hen 
 
But in the meantime and in between time 
Better tuck in your chin and learn to take your lumps and grin 
You know you can't wait 'cause I'ma stay on one 
One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done 
 
I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
 
I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
 
I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
 
I got one mo switch, I can hit 
I got one mo bullet in my clip 
I got one mo drink, I can steal 
I got one mo sack, I can twist 
  
            
 
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