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new jack city - wrong bottle lyrics

>>>>>new jack city, where the dope fiends lay
city by the bay, where its windy erry day
new jack city, get capped in broad day
city by the bay, where the youngins get paid<<<<< i'm from the city where they bip your whip for cash (get g-ssed) the city livin in the street, diggin through the trash i'm from the city where you n-gg-s wouldn't last (die fast) from the city, giant n-gg-s make a splash fake gold in the water no br-ss, leave ya neck with a rash vatos on the block, get cut, leave ya tires slashed f-ck around, get ya potato mashed it ain't sweet in san francisco, go fast, break dip gas i love to tweet, but i hate a techie b-tch not talkin bout women , talkin bout n-gg-s who switch if yousa b-tch yousa b-tch, ain't gotta say sh-t vanilla coated doogie, left to die ina ditch keep it litty in the city, long as you keep it a stack a hunnid thouwow on my mama, tryna bring tha culture back yall taxin too much for an 8th ounce weed sack we hungry out here broad day, get your sh-t sn-tched >>>>>in the new jack city, where the dope fiends lay
in the city by the bay, where its windy erry day
in the new jack city, get jacked in broad day
in the city by the bay, where the youngins get paid<<<<< ima skinny n-gg-, cause i'm eatin like a vegan you healthy or you hungry, property rates gon leave ya wallet bleedin minimum wage gotchyu thinkin sh-t even steven pero en la mission you got no mil finna be leavin i'm for tha quickie, i be slidin in n out where the berkeley farms, i hear shawdy mooin like a cow she eatin gr-ss, but i smoke it to the clouds i got purp and cookies in my bleezy call you a jerry, smokin brown, (this for my) got og's wit da bald head, (fitteds all day) og's wit da skinny braids (sippin minute maid) got og's wit da dreadheads,(these are not braids) og's wit da tight fade, (yall n-gg-s all lookin the same) think you really stackin, (minimum wage is not the same) embarr-ssing, think you really gettin paid im off the grid, no trackin (finna go get laid) i know some real playas peepin the game >>>>>new jack city, where the dope fiends lay
city by the bay, where its windy erry day
new jack city, get capped in broad day
city by the bay, where the youngins get paid<<<<<

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