To Hall (I Got 5 On It)

Thinking at 4:20 on 420
Plotting on how to feel the allure hoping there's more for me
These songs that I scored open up doors for me
I swear to use my pen is my sword it goes to war for me
Two L's call me Cool J
I sip though Henn through out the day like it's Kool-Aid
Kick and push through Fiascos like they Lupe
We got the same twenty four and now you mad cause you played
I ain't never had shit, but that was just my past tense
Now I'm on the road doing shows look what that bag gets
Picture me rolling, 2 Pac'ing with a bad bitch
Westside California dreaming living lavish
I'm smoking on that city where you know them Clippers be at
That's that La, so na you ain't gotta riddle me that
I'm rolling blunts longer than a damn cinoepede back
And tell your rappers favorite rapper he can get at me jack



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Writer(s): Jeffery Smith
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