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[Andre
Man, I'ma run my mouth and get your account
my benz out in the middle of a drought
I lye like its "God Bless Buddha"
It's sort of like the feelin' with a known shooter
Baby I'ma spit it to the limit, run into the
You its god number 7 on your top ten list
Its kamikaze, look into the eyes of a
and Las talkin' shit is where you might find me
Fillmo' from the nose to the toes
Get your cell you can picture every pose
all the clothes, picture all the hoes
Picture the perfection when your money grows
You crocodile style, I sport gators
They still might bite, so fresh with the
Got Khan? number one sign
Steak, potatoes, garlic and some prawns!

[Chorus: Messy (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
Fillmo' try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah money is the
and run around like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, weed in my mouth
niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch body shut down)

Marv]
Yeah, nigga I'ma mothafuckin'
for breakfast, eat brunch by noon
24 Davins, only the lip
The rest of the women, color as the whip
Jump out and crack a shit wide open
Jump back in the nickle the barrel still smokin
Fillmore nigga, bitch break bread
I want no pussy, I don't want no head
But you can get a sack of that stuff
Some gin and a bag of Hillary Duff
I'ma pimp, trapped in a gangsta's
I'm on dope and fuck around and hurt somebody
On and thursday the ghost pull up
everybody runs, they'll fuck you up
I'ma shady ass nigga, man I ain't lie
I wanna sell dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH

[Chorus: Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
Fillmo' niggas bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah money is the
and run around town like its Grand Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
on my hip, good weed in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip,
(Your not dealin clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch your body down)

Nickatina]
You mistake me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
my Slick Rick talk and my Slick Rick walk
I rings like the planet called Saturn
The money's baby then your body is the pattern
You know I hide out it's witness protection
Some people start to like a model car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan
My hood came up off the "freebase"
Man the of a grammy runs through my body structure
My ho cries, 'cause I never say I love her
It's a cold word, why I p-p-p-party
My is a sneaky motherfucker, very naughty
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, 'til the sun rise
What's astrology, and your biography
I talk a little bit to get you to me
I'm like the quality, you like the
Fillmore born and no apology

Marv]
San baby
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring the 80's, YEEEAAH
Wally on my hip, good weed in my
niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH