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Outta Town
E-40, B-Legit, The Hard Hitter Laroo
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Birds on the highway flying in the rental
The pills look like skittles
And the OG just as strong as can be
Let's take a trip outta town
I gotta double my money
My connect is waiting on me
Being broke ain't nothing funny
Let's take a trip outta town
Box it up and wrap it
Then let's get in traffic
I can FedEx you a package
Let's take a trip outta town
Pardon me but you happen to have any grey poupon
Fuck naw bitch we over here clipping coupons
Welfare recipients, fixed income
EBT cards, PG&E none
After sitting in the dark for a week, no lights for a week
Made up my mind, I'mma do what I
Gotta do as a man and get on the grind
I rap and I rhyme but so far that ain't made me a dime
I'm sick of my momma flipping patties
Working at Maggies, coming home crying
On the weekends working part time stressing and praying
It's gon' be alright mommy, I'll put that on me
I'mma start selling tree, cause it's less risky
Went and got a cannabis card so the popo can't frisk me
Go out on the yard rolling up my sleeves getting down and dirty
Amtrak train in and outta state and the city to city
Right now busting the seal of Nantucket in my booty
Got pills, windshield, and elbows of broccoli, BIATCH!
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Ice has got the prices, dope be the nicest
Niggas cop cakes then cut 'em into slices
Then we ditch vices, feds, and the task force
I could teach you how to get it, crash course
And when it's slow you gotta move around
Find a nigga outta town say he getting down
Put him on the ground, see you in about a week
The only way to eat, keep your money in the streets
Yeah, south niggas put they order up
Arizona Mex niggas fuck the border up
To even get across it be sorta tough
You gotta know who to trust, that's important stuff
California grown what you knowing good
And they be blowing that up in the backwood
And they be copping that if the scratch good
All you gotta do is just give it to the neighborhood
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Got the tracking number, tear the papers up when it land
Quick another hundred in a rubber band
It's never enough, just feeding five
On the wake up touch, whatever you desire
Them niggas pack was quiet, I came with all loud
Momma ain't know how the money came but she was proud
I open doors in a small town, avoid snitches
Bounce back like trampolines when work missing
Is you looking for a way in or way out?
Credit good, real niggas never seen a drought
Shot the game to my little nigga cause he the driver
Minivan got ten cakes in each tire
We take that highway up top with light traffic
No smoking, speed limit, we so active
Have my bread straight, big faces facing up
Let the swindler car trail meet with hammers tucked
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