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get cheeze - smug mang lyrics

[intro: master p & vinny cha$e]
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
i got the hook up, holla if you hear me! (ughh!)
yeah, uh, vinny cha$e, yeah

[verse 1: vinny cha$e]
v. cha$e be the way, long cash, okay
yeah get it all day
stay bate up, b-tch n-ggas hate vc
and the cake i make, wake bake when i wake up
gee, and the city all mine, dope style with the rhymes
hate n-gga don’t mind
i’mma shine till i die, i’mma fly when i ride
when you see vc he fly all the time
my trunk in the front, cup full of drank
roasting, gold links and i’m puffing the blunt
my style so illy, go to the top, won’t stop
no drop top, file me a milli, i did it
young n-gga, rep my city as diddy
big shoes i feel ’em, i get it
if it’s [?] i’m in ’em
vc, v. cha$e, whos better? never ever
see a n-gga swag like me
all gold, blue jeans, white tee, n-gga please
new koop, wroom wroom through the streets
see c, look small, pour a bean n-gga get cheese
n-gga get cheese, young n-gga, n-gga get cheese
young n-gga get cheese
young n-gga, young!

[verse 2: smug mang]
lean, green and white, workin’ all night
cali packs off them red -ss lights
don’t go out ’cause i hate them flashing lights
hate them flashing lights
i’mma fashionite, popping pills and smoking weed and write
that’s my life, smug life, rez life
turn the lights to everybody else
i don’t seem right but i’m alright
i’m just high, can’t feel my face at this time
lost my mind and i can’t find
1000 xans and 50 pounds
leave me alone, i’m just doing me
or expressing myself artisticly

[verse 3: curtis williams]
the weed that i’m rolling is potent
my n-ggas get money and blow it
you n-ggas ain’t smokin’ no strong
you n-ggas just freak in them blacks
last week we spent it all, we makin’ it back
my n-ggas be keepin’ them packs, f-ck n-gga relax
we came in through the back door
camera’s on, we don’t act tho
no lies only facts hoe
set ridin’ ’round, gettin money
i’m smokin’ good with my main b-tch
your b-tch bad and she recognize them real n-ggas i came with
that gang gang, that 2-9 till i die hoe
all my n-ggas 100 but you n-ggas got on a disguise hoe
yeah..

- smug mang lyrics

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