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Parrish Smith, Andre Weston

Yeah
Okay, what's good, nigga? (Everything, son)
Yeah, this for the hood (word up)
Yeah, I'ma holler at these niggas like this (PMD)
Yo, yo

Ayo, it's D-R-A-Y, y'all know my steez
I sit back, sip 'yac, bickity-blow my trees
I keep them Gs on my mind, all about my funds
Shop my dones, never caught without my guns
And young, I smash any suspect, stash money, bust TECs
Puff grass, still pass any drug test (word up)
And I still be out in San Diego
On the low, gettin' dough, with my man, Diego, oh (oh)
I'm the nigga y'all hopin' to be
Y'all little lightweight niggas couldn't open for me
Yo, MD put me on somethin' from back in the day
So if it wasn't for the kid, yo, wouldn't be rappin' today
Now look (look), y'all can find me in the hood with my mans (with my mans)
I holds gats, but I'm still fuckin' good with my hands
I got plans to make chips like Frito Lay
Get CREAM all day, your nigga Dray, he don't play, what up, brrah

Yeah, the alpha and the omega
Still blowin' certain figures, his squad major
That's my man, Drayz, from Diggy-Das, you know what I mean?
From the '03 to '04, what up, D-M-V-O?
Y'all know who I is, same homie, dog, from strictly biz
Smash your wiz just to see what your reaction is
I'm from the golden era with Slick Rick, Rakim and Kane
Biz, BDP, now the game done changed
And still I remain one of the best ever to spit them flames
Spit that pain, now the hit squad's in field goal range
Me? Quit the game? Yo, you crazy, insane
There's a cemetery for OGs? Yo, reserve my name
I don't do this for the fame or money, chicks or honeys
Parties at the house with the Playboy Bunnies
I do it for Jay, Big L, Pac and the BIG
God bless your soul, dogs, rest in peace

Yeah, that was the mic doc
Know the play, we know the logo
Slow flow, hit squad captain
My man, Don Fuq steppin' up the plate, ready to blaze the mic (uh)
L-E-S, 'sup, Fuq (yeah)

Before, I was all about smokin' the hazy
But now I'm tearin' tracks down with P and Drazy
They both tryin' to school me how the game is crazy
And I'ma get money, just don't let the paper change me
And if I move forward fast, the game will play me
But if I kick back and rewind, the game will name me
One of the legends, I'm tryna be one of the veterans
It's more to this rap shit than just one and a necklace
'Cause dog, we've all got lots of mouths to feed
My fans, my crew, my hood, they count on me
To get us out the struggle, therefore, I put 'em on my back
Any cat I call my man, I put him on the track
And your boy only speak from the heart
Honestly, I never went to school, the streets made me smarter
Even when the sun would shine, to me, it was dark
Hope y'all got y'all lights out 'cause my team 'bout to spark

Yeah, that was my man Don Fu' representing LES
Still team in effect, holdin' it down
You know how we do on this side
P. Smith in the house, check it

Yeah
Brentwood, Long Island
Strong Long
Fat Gary holdin' me down
You know how we do in the '03 and the '04
Keepin' it rugged and raw
With the hoodies and the boots laced
Track Addicts blazin' the tracks
All the non-believers get the whole sack
You knows that, ask your friends and your hoes that

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