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[Intro]Reloaded

That’s right, Twista dot com

Shut the thick short drum

Dru wuddup

Ruby Hornet

Who you know do it better

Than the number 1 co-signer?

That’s right

[Hook]You might catch me in that leather

Looking like a baws

No one thinks they’d never have me

But he hit me up

Texas, I be screwed up

Shot town, I be really getting it

But nothing like my own town, I’m forever living

They come for (on the way you runnin’ for the wind when we together)

Women we wanted got that wonder we weather

Know that sound, they were coming big

What what more can I say?

Well welcome to LA

[Verse]We live in the city, the shire’s cold

Cold, woa, when the winter cold I feel every bit of dope

I feel like a gyroscope

So off balance is a challenge to be runnin’ from murder

You bitch upon yourself

From the inner feeling spirit that burning that

Can have a taste of butter for me

How I never try ‘em though

Religiously realest

But if runnin’ my opponent if he want it

A product of my environment though

Can see I’m a cook

I’m on the front porch blowin’ eons of kush

A G, I’m a G, I’m a G

Genius, I run with the money like kids will cross me on his book

Nickin’ 2-50 2 cards in the deck

Then if at the way you want it, November season the winter

Said you’ll fill your heart with respect

Fin the knuckles if you don’t the situation could be pretty icky

Nigga what I’m back

My niggas we dine in my city then when I’m in the whack

Go pimpin’ then I’m feeling like I’m that

You scarin’ the violinist and go take a little bit of that

Too ‘bove when I’m on the west side

Had a little bit of haze when I had a bad style

But this be the best style

If I had any kind of luck if you say you have a better bag

And remember that fire

Cuz some of this give some of that

We can smoke until we burn my whole house down

Left eye, can’t spend it all, can’t smoke it all, can’t hit ‘em all

I don’t give a fuck, let’s try

Knowin’ I’m the remedy

Nigga when the killer’s up, checks on enemies

Shot town be the shit

But I finna take a trip to give me some of the west coast trinity

[Hook]You might catch me in that leather

Looking like a baws

No one thinks they’d never have me

But he hit me up

Texas, I be screwed up

Shot town, I be really getting it

But nothing like my own town, I’m forever living

They come for (on the way you runnin’ for the wind when we together)

Women we wanted got that wonder we weather

Know that sound, they were coming big

What what more can I say?

Well welcome to LA

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