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You can try that herb sign V.S.O.P.

You can try that herb sign V.S.O.P.

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Alright, first off then let me introduce my self

I'm the C to the O-L-D, one eighty seven

Ooh, I heard that the player with the speech

'Cause it's me KMG, more flex then sex of the bitch

Ooh yes, my brother takes two to the tangle

And since we got them when we get them

We better use the right angle

So I'm push, push in the back of the bush

'Cause it's a wonderful for feelin'

Yeah, 'cause we got the good for y'all suckers in ninety deuce

The whole part of gaffle, the whole gallon of zeuce

So I'ma ease up on them, real quick watch me hit them

Brothers fall on the racial, what we hit them up for

'Cause when I'm on the bounce, I roll wit the set then comin' out

To take your car, your women, your whole damn house

So now I strapped with the quickness yeah

I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness

Ooh, I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you

But steppin' to my ball I got somethin' dope for you

So hold zone, to my Willie

And don't be scared when we do the bug boogie

Yeah, it's like bam bam, bam bam, that's the sound of my heater

When the ill stuff jumps

I keep it strickly confidential, bulletproof is requested

Got the fits in my hand and I've already blessed it

So toast to the record G

'Cause I'm C-O-L-D, the beat is kinda helpin' and I'm tipsy

'Cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high

When I get to the hook of the joint, you know why

Everything is fine

When you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P.

All the niggaz gettin' high

With a whole lot of chronic and a gallon of a V.S.O.P.

If you wanna feel fine

Free your mind to the mega shots of V.S.O.P.

Now you gotta get hype

And you turn into G with a little bit of V.S.O.P.

To G or not to G, which is the answer, out of control

Console your soul

Yeah, they're schemin' on the big hit and tryin' find a quick pick

Lookin' for a real shit

Hold up, but that's counterfeit

On the real the funk don't appeal

You think you got clout, but you really down and out

So hold on tight, as we take you down the running way

How many, how many times I got to tell you that I don't play?

Ooh and if you don't know, I have to change my barrel

'Cause I roll on my ride around the way to Sack

Ooh, yeah we did it like Venus

See it's been like 89 since the last time you've seen us

Tell me, my peoples did you miss me on the real

Who's never paper tramps like holly field

Yeah, vision this, that sucker tried to sky me

When I'm harder then Kuwait or California earthquake

'Cause I got the munchies for your love so come and kick it

But you better come prepared cause it gets kinda wicked

Yeah, 'cause you can walk a blank if you schemin' for my bank

Don't play me like a trick, yo my name ain't Marry

'Cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high

When I get to the hook of the bullet, you know why

Everything is fine

When you're rollin' with your homies

And a little bit of V.S.O.P.

When I was at the mall the other day

I saw some homies and I offered them some V.S.O.P.

At the party was pumpin'

When the brother bailed in with a gang of V.S.O.P.

At the end of the jam

You should all run out and get a gallon of V.S.O.P.

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