Legal Dope Compilation lyrics

Chorus(lynch and d-dubb)4x
I re-fuse to lose
Fuck them 22`s
I got an ap 10 and a throwaway tech 9
So you know you can`t fuck with mine

(verse1)
(lynch)
If i was standing in the dark letting my nine spark
(d-dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(lynch)
It`s that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As i smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking about
(d-dub and lynch)
What the fuck you smoking on?
(lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me gone
Nigga it`s on
On `til the slugs come out
(d-dub)
At night i do my murder red rum so tight
(lynch)
I`ts the third strike nigga
So now i`m aiming up at your dome
`bout to make your brain split and hit the fleetwood brome
I`m like richard chase, mixed with al capone
If you want some ripgut shit nigga
Yeah, i got it sewn
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, `cause it`s red rum time, nigga

Chorus 4x

(verse2)
Nigga, it`s that-sac of indo-killafornia state of mind
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
In a chev 69
Wire rims
You can`t see
With their neighborhood flags and their black carthart beenie
I`m like genie
As i swoop through the hood and get up to no good
And i wish you would
Test my tech, `cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
And empty backs out, so i max out
350 on the black top
More smoke than chronic smoking
Loced out sherm, classic perm
In my ashtray, there`s always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one times approach
I got, 5 warrants and some `89 tags
17 in the clip of my, auto mag
I`ts sad
I gotta watch my back, `cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
Leather sack, and throw me over their back
But fuck that
Why you think i got extended clips
`cause i`m so high, most of the time
I just can`t miss, nigga

Chorus 4x
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