[Intro]
(Okay, KMoney)
(Good lookin', KMoney)
[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead niggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Trackhawk edition Jeep, nigga, this the faster one
Whipped out a roll three inches thick, told 'em, "Add me up"
Drunk a whole pint of Actavis, it cleared my acne up
And I got a pint of Hi-Tech, it's the plastic one
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Mike got a pint of Hi-Tech, I told him, "Match me one"
Z got a set of new heads, I had to tax me one
Plug got the 'bows for twenty-five, I couldn't pass him up
Jaycee tried to tax me on the weed, I had to snatch his plug
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Niggas broke, still buyin' weed at the Compassion Club
I got an oldhead that's growin' real Cali bud
Up a hundred, but act like I'm broke, I'm my daddy's son
We got the same name, so I can kill you with my daddy gun
Nigga pulled up in the Chally, yeah, the chatty one
Hit this brick so motherfuckin' hard, I can't bag it up
He the only nigga that I know that'll tax his blood
I remember back in the day we did snatch-and-runs
(Okay, KMoney)
(Good lookin', KMoney)
[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead niggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it
[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Trackhawk edition Jeep, nigga, this the faster one
Whipped out a roll three inches thick, told 'em, "Add me up"
Drunk a whole pint of Actavis, it cleared my acne up
And I got a pint of Hi-Tech, it's the plastic one
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Mike got a pint of Hi-Tech, I told him, "Match me one"
Z got a set of new heads, I had to tax me one
Plug got the 'bows for twenty-five, I couldn't pass him up
Jaycee tried to tax me on the weed, I had to snatch his plug
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Niggas broke, still buyin' weed at the Compassion Club
I got an oldhead that's growin' real Cali bud
Up a hundred, but act like I'm broke, I'm my daddy's son
We got the same name, so I can kill you with my daddy gun
Nigga pulled up in the Chally, yeah, the chatty one
Hit this brick so motherfuckin' hard, I can't bag it up
He the only nigga that I know that'll tax his blood
I remember back in the day we did snatch-and-runs
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