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letra de floss, don, one - dame grease

[don]
n-ggas want what!!!, what you want now
operation lock, shut n-ggas down
nothin to gain, n-ggas want war with my gang
i’m gunnin them thangs, have you slumped up in a range
how do you die, once i swing the iron at ya’ll
my riders’ll swarm, don be the eye of the storm
’cause when it’s my flow ya heart froze poppo
expose the 4 grip apart though, you not know
f-ck with my dough, kick in your door, 20 roscoe
you think it’s a game, hot ones’ll burn you in flames
got little hands but hold the gat with ease
ain’t much to adjust, pull back and squeeze
flame-on, chandon, never get it mixed kid
shots from the cannon’ll leave a n-gga twisted
one phone call, cats is done for
you want war, see 4-4 with the pump saw

[chorus]
floss, one, don
let me get ’em, get ’em
floss, one, don
let me get ’em, get ’em
floss, one, don
let me get ’em, get ’em
floss, one, don
let me get ’em, get ’em
now who we be (fly n-ggas)
who we be (fly n-ggas)
who we be (fly n-ggas)
who we be (fly n-ggas)
what!!!

[floss]
who the f-ck is ya’ll n-ggas, no name n-ggas
live off the strip with ya man, 4 main n-ggas
is ya’ll insane n-ggas, tryin to rule the streets now
i’d be wrong if i c-cked back, two of your peeps down
fall asleep now, i got k!llas on a pay roll
staight four from the trey-eight-o, kay bro
hot ones is well connected like cable
it’s hectic when the tec spit
don’t move, you catch it
get in beef with me now, your peeps’ll be found
f-ck beatin down, he havem’ meetin the ground
in front of his door step, been waitin all night
f-ck black, i’m comin to k!ll him in all white
c-cked hammer, blow five at him on sight
if not hit him, i’m droppin my gun and we gon’ fight
get a brick, flip a brick, go plat, sh-t is sick
rather rap game or crack game, floss ridiculous

[chorus]

[one]
raised up in stories, cristal and gators
ecaped through the block now, love us or you hate us
rappers get shot down, whole lotta haters
cds or tapes the only way to play us
girls, they’ll talk that he say, she say
freshed up, more kicks than eastbay
we stay, breakin 70 always on the freeway
but the cops say boy take it easy
my name is one, i’m tryin to lock the game
uhhh, a lot of haters tryin to block the game
uhhh, too hot, can’t stop the game
used to be in the streets and pack pain
ay yo, stop one, but i can’t son
smoke branson, three young n-ggas tryin to blow like hanson
fitted to the back, red and blue band son
some cats can’t stand him
but d-mn them

[chorus]2x

- dame grease

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