Uhh. Yeahh.
Rest In Peace Pimp C

Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be $#&@ed up

but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up

$#&@ all that %#@! you talk,

you ain't got no Byzantine chain,
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
(*##$es tangled in my slang - pilot language

We $$#assinate them lames
flash my high beams
get the $#&@ up out our lane

say Trade, I swear this %#@! going how we planned it,
less a couple ^!$$%s though, I ain't really trippin' though
see 'em when we see 'em

send 'em bottles and a couple hos
spread love is the Jet way,
all day, me and my (*##$ ridin' to that Biggie

up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
real ^!$$%s from my set know I still kick it
others be like I don't $#&@ with 'em,

that's why I don't $#&@ with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever $#&@ with 'em
would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em

well $#&@ ^!$$%s.
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'

this is trill ^!$$% season,
real ^!$$%s eatin', scrap,
get the scraps if we leave em.

Yeah

Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be $#&@ed up

but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be $#&@ed up
but all my joints gon' smoke so my (*##$es get highed up