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6 ‘N The Mornin’ (GMX)
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Snoop Dogg
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GMX (S-S-Six 'n the mornin') GMX (Dolla $ign) b*t*h, thug life Lot of n***as say they thuggin', they don't thug right Fhe want a real thug, bands in my jeans Flood your town with that water for the green Rag seis-uno, this motherf**ker clean Cup full of Pruno, like I'm fresh up out the bing Sit that hoe down when it's time to go and get 'em And bro, I never send 'em, I'm in the car with 'em f**k boss, I'm a leader, lean by the liter Hoes poppin' sh*t, that's gon' get your n***a beat up E.S. with the B.S., these n***as can't see us I'm a real n***a, the rap game need us At the dinner table, my n***as tryna eat up And like Tray Deee, I still keep it G'd Up L to the A, double dollar sign east Teddy bear with these b*t*hes On you n***as, I'm a beast (Ah) I'm goin' off the deep end Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend Got your main b*t*h with me, she freaky, freaky All night, we geekin', geekin' Till six 'n the mornin', six 'n the mornin' Six 'n the mornin', six 'n the mornin' (Most n***as don't f**k with me, Glasses) Till six 'n the mornin', six 'n the mornin' Six 'n the mornin', yeah Get your bang on, n***a, let your nuts hang I give a f**k about your hood, that's on everythin' Don't ask me what's good, ain't sh*t sweet I ain't never alone, I'm like six deep Black hoodie, black mask, black gloves Talk sh*t, get bodied, no love Kind of ill like blood in my bath The psych say sociopath Cali n***a from the bottom, put it on the map Lowridin', Crip walkin', that's a f**kin' fact I'm only happy when this lead flying out the strap I'm addicted to punishment and pay back I'm a sucker for war, I love conflict I love the way my wrist feel when that Glock kick Death threats, vendettas & pain Dreams of killin' half the n***as in the rap game My n***a, Glasses Malone, said "let's get cake" Iceberg on your track equals yellow tape My n***a, Glasses Malone, said "let's get cake" Iceberg on your track equals yellow tape I'm goin' off the deep end Still sell a lil' dope on the weekend Got your main b*t*h with me, she freaky, freaky All night, we geekin', geekin' Till six 'n the mornin', six 'n the mornin' Six 'n the mornin', six 'n the mornin' Till six 'n the mornin', six 'n the mornin' Six 'n the mornin', yeah Bad little b*t*h that I'm bonin' Gotta get her out of my bed before six 'n the mornin' Room number four-two-izzo pu**y was good but you still gotta gizzo (Gotta go) Snoopy this, Snoopy that, Snoop want, Snoopy do Shout out to the homie, Big Snoopy Blue See I'm a Eastside Long Beach, Rip Ridin', gang bang affiliate I peel 'em when i kill him when I fill him with the calm of a storm One hundred million Rips, rise and reform See this the G-Call, no iPhones Khakis, Chucks or some nikes on Dress code, West Coast, head up Shooters on the roof for the set up, now throw it up Crip, Crip, Crip, don't trip Pistol grip to your motherf**kin' lip, n***a
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