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"Pinstripes" lyrics by GOODIE MOB
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[feat. T.I]

These [?] done, twist and baking,
Catch your favors, getting favors
Getting zippers, it's on the river,
Like I kill 'em, strap feel 'em
Barely feel 'em, in your system
Trip them wings, you ain't [?] fly,
Bucks I slug [?] you're hot,
Them suckers trash, they out of the time
Middle finger to the sky, win em and drop by
[?] I'm not a man, I'm no a fan
We ain't friends, I'm not that guy
Two flex and flog, suck a dog,
This part is getting man number one
I pull you, then pull your car
Determinate so [?]
Just [?]. I'll be auto boys and I'm 'bout too hard yes
Man they all kill, two [?]

This regard that papa, can't feel that from Atlanta
Keep on [?] with this dirty south
And hit the [?] them Hamers.

People don't beat the crowds
Who gonna be round their flaps?
People they got no heat
[?] at the same old beat
Wow wow!
People they who they claim
We just [?].
People they got no [?]
Between how far they go (go go go go go)

Bad boy, tough guy, true boy, hardcore
Got the 38, got the 44, I'm ready for and I'm [?]
It's anything they looking for,
Is right here, is right there
Talking loud ain't sayin' nothing
It's out there, we're reckless
We fall the whip a hot click,
We giving you the best this,
I didn't get a benefit, I'm glad that you did it,
I'm [?] say what? [?] I've been wrist
I'm stayin with the DM flickers, talk to the finish.


K.I.N.G they talking that
Number one boy in old truck,
And when we'll find in [?] Cancun, sold old that
I'll get one, break it down the [?]
I'll do the same with another but it's all the stack
And I'll kick it in the [?] with the [?]
Nigga get around like what the [?]
All yes in the [?] and they wanna do but the [?]
I'm kind in Hollywood roll backing
No bank it, 'cause we acke there
You're running there like we in here
Same nice and hot between in here
'Cause I don't want to bake it roll
Yeah bullet it hoe for a bank roll
Say [?] don't need 'cause I mention
Like who that in my window?
Who is that in my window?
I'm Paranoia my brain frying
And the bullet thing 'cause I ain't [?]
But I will be when I see 'em be like day to day [?]


They got that pin roles riding through it
Courtney Love be the [?]
Get a little bit of everything, that's what I say
These dudes they poe to it, they close to it,
The street like I'm [?] you knew [?]
I'm true to it, [?]
Big trunks [?], big house,
Got a problem, look I'm all in
Got a problem and I'm all here
Hit the game and five here, five hoes you don't cash here
And every time the south side [?] one oh yeah.

Yeah I know you, you kung-fu, you ain't real me, this ain't real beep
I'm still street and I kill eat
And life full of steal cheat
I'm a [?] I don't chain breaker, and a brain breaker
I got two names, I've been two chains
A lot of new names 'who sayin'?


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