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There is something going on here
In

In Vallejo, California,
In
In Vallejo, California,

He said he's just a, name, rang-in
Major factor, Fed Ex, high lawyers
And a nigga havin' his way

mannish ass nigga on restriction
Cryin' with his nose in the corner
Broke up out of old punk shit and said
"Momma do what the fuck I wanna"

Hit the and make a wheelbarrow
of bread if I end up dead then press delete
I'm tired of eating meat
Within a nigga to get to the grind

So boy scored a quarter key
Two hundred and electronic milligrams
sell it like a coke candy organization
And I'm plugged with it, bail off into that old high powered

These are the of niggaz that'll let a nigga know
When the about to hit, my [unverified]
Get a 40 and it, post it on God
Because me got me scratch paper buried in the

Me and my click roll thick f'real and be of funk
you a moth problems nigga?
Let that go or get your token off
Catch you out of bounds on the fuckin' soil
Wrap that ass up like foil

I'm Fed Ex, duty nigga, pushin' weight
(Pushin' weight)
From sardines and to Teriyaki steak
ain't but plus sixteen
Fuckin' around the skillet, makin' a killin'
through three or four units a week on the over, over

Puttin' the on 'em
(Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and baking soda, all old shit
(What's yo' occupation?)
Motherfucker I'm a

Timah name, rang-in, major
Fed Ex, high powered
And a young nigga his way

Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Bitch I ya knew, bitch I thought ya knew
Huh, now check it, I'm to the where I don't touch it no mo'
You got lieutenants and killers all on the squadron
With po-po's on payroll, huh, vehicles, they only make life fo'-up
Front row seats at the fights, long expensive flights, huh

Q's, P's, birth and fake ID's
Like to drink liquor, with and leaves
The motherfuckin' fuzz wanna us
Found our fingerprints on some

Listenin' to the scanner, I hear the say
"Man uhh, them nigger boys, I can't uhh"
Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin' up the
Inna come-a new 6-double-zero
We party in mansions V.I.P.'s nigga a flier
Invite like E-40 and J.R. Ridah, timah

I'm so
I'm so serious
I'm so brotha
I got n

He said he's a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a young havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Wassup
Whas happenin', who
it's yo' boy
My bo?
Whassup you when yo ass goin' town?

On a mission about my mail to the hillside of
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the hillside of

On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo
On a mission about my mail to the of Vallejo

You got me fucked, fucked up
Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up,
I got bills to pay, nigga if you get out my way
I'm gonna your toupee
I'm in it to stay and I'm from the Bay

But I never woulda thought that I would feel that
I can invest my in a franchise
Get 'em up out the before my homies lose they lizzives
Buy a fuckin' company and watch my mail rise

Ha ha, yeah,
Big timah, a have his bread, mayan
Fed Ex to the highest degree, tax
Ballin' out of motherfuckin'

A major factor playin' a man's game man
Sneak in and out, campaign champagne and clam thang
Game can be sold and at the same time
And this shit here is designed to yo' mind
ass shit man for my high-powered ass Clickalation
Get it while it's before it's to graduation, understand me?

He said just a, timah name, rang-in
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a young havin' his way

Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em main
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em

Timah name,
factor, Fed Ex
High lawyers
And a young nigga his way

Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em
Let 'em know, let 'em know
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em