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Blow
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Blow by Labels
Hook:
How many really wanna roll/ with a thug coalition all my dogs on a mission on the block with a pocket full of dough/all I need is my team, the cream, some Hennessey, green dutch, and a little bit of dro/ some jeans and white tees, a dime for wifey, never slippin cause I keep the Calico/ C.O.T.'s gonna blow blow blow!!!!
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Lab aint your regular cat/ but I'm a general in this lyrical war, you under heavy attack/ I got you niggas under pressure, you never should've turned your back on a rebel, now the rebel is back/ and all my soldiers go to war like iraq/ and all my gansta's waiving bandanas like american flags/ the present and past is irrelavent, the future is LAB/ and I excel from excederin and medicine bags/ and C.O.T.'s gonna blow, if a nigga got some hater in him, homie better come and get him/ before we let the chrome get him, put a hole in him/ open him up and send him to the crossroads, like he got a little bone in him/ yes-I grew up on the westside/ and the eastside, when it's beef the led fly/ 4-5 making your chest fry/and when you die, send my reguards to the legend from Bed-Stuy/ 2pac, Aaliyah, and Left Eye, L, Big Pun and Freaky/ the black JOE DIRT, and underneath me/ is a big gun son believe me/ I'll have ya'll niggas talking to EAZY/ and ever since I dropped the cd/ all these niggas on my nuts, all the women say they pleased to meet me/ from D.C., to the Florida keys, to Figi/ and now the C.O.T.'s on the set of your t.v./
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Blow!--- like a dynamite stick, or C4/ strapped to the back of a rappers G4/ Blow!-------or the shit we move across the border/ keys and quarters, and they call it water/ Blow!-------like smokin at an Amaco/ get off the block, if you niggas can't stand the smoke/ blow like the sound when a nigga let the hammers go/ I'am on the grind til I'm making M.C. Hammer dough/ wit drug sales, and thug tales/ killers who buck shells/ duck jail, haters all pray that we must fail/ jump bail/ we thug niggas, not the bloods or crips/ we get drunk and we love the piff/ sip cris in a club with chicks/ bitch drunk, a she'd love a stiff/ big dick from a thug who's rich/ and I'm a give it to her, hit it til I get it sore/ kill it, then I'll give her more/ a nigga never hit it raw/ but a nigga spit it raw/ for my niggas who really live it, and did it all/ GET IT ALL! / Gorillas are real killas/ nigga's who squeeze triggers/ for figgas they dump niggas/ bodies in deep rivers/ niggas wanna war, 4-4's what I'm gripping on/ when it's time to ride, 4-4's what I'm tippin on/ chrome's what I'm sittin on/ mo's what I'm sippin on/ ho's never kissing on, but a nigga pimp em all!
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Lyrics Credits: Labels
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Song Length: 3:17
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Primary Genre: Rap-Hip Hop
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Secondary Genre: -
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Language: English
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Era: 2000 and later
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