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letra de reeboks - mozzy

[intro]
(straight motherf-ckin’ ballers)

[chorus: mozzy]
it’s h-lla sh-lls inside this g-lock
feelin’ like the block is hot, weezy in these reeboks
yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the d spot
tweaker tried to drown us ’cause i sold his ass some sheet rock
it’s h-lla sh-lls inside this g-lock
i’m feelin’ like the block is hot, weezy in these reeboks
yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the d spot
tweaker tried to drown us ’cause i sold his ass some sheet rock (on pebbles)

[verse 1: mozzy]
how the f-ck i’m gon’ respеct you when your hood don’t?
boss market, meet me thеre, yeah, that’s our hood store
36’s for the pint but that’s a jug though
i’m callin’ thizzle for the skipper he got good dope
can’t stand to be around no hater, sh-t be rubbin’ off
the streets is in me, it ain’t on me, you can’t scrub ’em off
and ‘fore i take another loss, you prolly lose somebody
they show me photos of the perp but i ain’t knew n0body
who got a social they can loan me? let me use somebody’s
chop all the fiddles down the middle like i know karate
pistachio can store a drakey in this maserati
i’m levelheaded till it’s up and then it’s kamikaze
[chorus: mozzy]
it’s h-lla sh-lls inside this g-lock
feelin’ like the block is hot, weezy in these reeboks
yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the d spot
tweaker tried to drown us ’cause i sold his ass some sheet rock
it’s h-lla sh-lls inside this g-lock
i’m feelin’ like the block is hot, weezy in these reeboks
yellow house on fourth, we was raised inside the d spot
tweaker tried to drown us ’cause i sold his ass some sheet rock (on pebbles)

[verse 2: e mozzy]
place your order, we’ll get it ‘cross the border
we ridin’ with mini choppers like them haitians up in florida
if baby ain’t talkin’ guala, ain’t no problem, i ignore her
fell in love with this property, shots will fill up your foreign
f-ck a citizen’s app, we ain’t sendin’ no warnin’
no measure we pourin’ it, two hunnid, we floorin’ it
been the n-gga, my n-gga, you can go and make sure of it
i tried to put him on and he ain’t know how to flip a quarter p
turnt a square b-tch into a savage, now she forkin’ it
get no d-ck, i only feed the hoe pork and grits
i’ve been havin’ all this horse sh-t since some shorty sh-t
tweaker came back geekin’ on me cause i short him sh-t

- mozzy

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