You see the ice gleamin', boys triple beamin'
Cup full of syrup when I'm ridin' in the evening
Bout to catch a flight, out to Texas heard they need me
I'm smokin' 1 for Pimp (C), yes I know that he can see this
I'm bringin' through the smoke that got everybody fienin'
Oh Dom don't you ever stop rollin' up them blunts
Bitch you must be dreamin'
I slams them caddy doors, strapped rollin' fours
Hoe skin tones like the stripe on ya vogues
We jammin' Screwed Up Click I'm representing till I'm cold
Screw lookin' down up on them playas stayin' throwed
It's paper on my mind, mind on my paper
It's underground for life I never had to sell my soul
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You see the ice gleamin', boys triple beamin'
Cup full of syrup when I'm ridin' in the evening
Bout to catch a flight, out to Texas heard they need me
I'm smokin' 1 for Pimp (C), yes I know that he can see this
I'm bringin' through the smoke that got everybody fienin'
Oh Dom don't you ever stop rollin' up them blunts
Bitch you must be dreamin'
I slams them caddy doors, strapped rollin' fours
Hoe skin tones like the stripe on ya vogues
We jammin' Screwed Up Click I'm representing till I'm cold
Screw lookin' down up on them playas stayin' throwed
It's paper on my mind, mind on my paper
It's underground for life I never had to sell my soul
Cup full of syrup when I'm ridin' in the evening
Bout to catch a flight, out to Texas heard they need me
I'm smokin' 1 for Pimp (C), yes I know that he can see this
I'm bringin' through the smoke that got everybody fienin'
Oh Dom don't you ever stop rollin' up them blunts
Bitch you must be dreamin'
I slams them caddy doors, strapped rollin' fours
Hoe skin tones like the stripe on ya vogues
We jammin' Screwed Up Click I'm representing till I'm cold
Screw lookin' down up on them playas stayin' throwed
It's paper on my mind, mind on my paper
It's underground for life I never had to sell my soul
Writer: Dominick Ferranti
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