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letra de up in smoke - nines

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[verse 1]
how my n-gga drink let me go thirsty
if i get signed the fiends are going cold turkey
one piece ain’t enough i need a hundred chains
they say nines turned holly wood his number changed
ice city boys were the hardest team
i cop your whole crop i’m a farmers dream
the brick came three quaters short
i got 21 g’s in the pocket of my three quater shorts
i ain’t hiding i don’t need no tints
snuff that little sparrow i ai’nt seen him since
sick of fighting cases
rather be living out in vegas
crib with like 55 acres
if i ask your girl on a date she probably saying yes
so when i’m around, guard your queen like your playing chess
my jewellers saying
for a hundred g’s i have my whole body glowing like a super saiyan

[chorus]
riding in my city
top down listening to biggie on my radio ( so all my weed heads )
cos i got a bad b-tch in the whip
chains swinging from my neck
looking like a disco
feeling like we d-mn near made it i swear
heading to the top we ain’t going no where ( no where )
so to celebrate life just give me the light
we go blow a little smoke in the air
come on lets blow a little smoke in the air
come on lets blow a little smoke in the air
oh come on lets blow a little smoke in the air
oh and i don’t give a f-ck how i can get stay got yeah
roll up in the place so we can get hot yeah
blow a little smoke in the air

[verse 2]
we got the strongest coca
grease got the fiends dancing john trovolta
i floss on a bossy level
got the tony the tiger watch its got a frosty bezzle
driving in the whip with a super freak
shout outs to the necks for all the food for cheap
and if i ever blow off rap
i will share but certain n-ggas won’t get jack
and since i been banned from the block
i got time on my hands like a clock
i can get the heads up get your yard robbed
got a k and a 9 like a guard dog
i just let that food flip
fats will rob you and walk past you the next day like ‘he won’t do sh-t’

[chorus]
riding in my city
top down listening to biggie on my radio ( so all my weed heads )
cos i got a bad b-tch in the whip
chains swinging from my neck
looking like a disco
feeling like we d-mn near made it i swear
heading to the top we ain’t going no where ( no where )
so to celebrate life just give me the light
we go blow a little smoke in the air
come on lets blow a little smoke in the air
come on lets blow a little smoke in the air
oh come on lets blow a little smoke in the air
oh and i don’t give a f-ck how i can get stay got yeah
roll up in the place so we can get hot yeah
blow a little smoke in the air

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