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Tim Dog Low Down Nigga

be ya def, insteada low down niggaz Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz Low down niggaz Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz Low down niggaz Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz Low down niggaz Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz Low down

Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right Get low, it's

my hip, Yellow white diamonds call it cheese on em' grits, You nigga's ain't ballin', Real talk, you nigga's can't guard me, Two nigga's can't guard

check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin

the ho ninna she's on my hip yellow white diamonds call them cheese on them grits u niggas aint ballin, real talk you niggas can't guard me, 2 niggas

the doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Make you bow down to the row Fuckin

the ho ninna she's on my hip yellow white diamonds call them cheese on them grits u niggas aint ballin, real talk you niggas can't guard me, 2 niggas

the the ho ninna she's on my hip yellow white diamonds call them cheese on them grits u niggas aint ballin, real talk you niggas can't guard me, 2 niggas

A down motherfucker from the K.P.C You see kickin' it tight And down in the "o" Doin' missions on them niggas Crip shit you know, you see He was down