That’s the state of my, state of my, state of my head The only way I’m leavin’ is dead Oh, my eyes are seein’ red Double vision from the blood we’ve shed They don’t know, where we’ve been We got that concrete street skin Oh, our flag is tattered But it

Nigga pass that shit After blunt after blunt after, hey Cup after cup, gotta double that up I've been waitin' on this all day Nigga pass that shit, yeah Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt The blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up, the blunt up

S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee! Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle My nizzle, what you sizzle? Fo' schizzle bizzle, ha ha Me and my partner, in my Impala

Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe They know me (hmm), everywhere I go Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

She was the only one down for me Only one down (only one down) She was the only one down for me, whoa, oh, oh Only one down, only one down) Only one down She got a body like Rihanna Double rice at Benihana (damn) Uptight, but drive a Honda (straight up)

Our D-I-V-O-are-see-E becomes final today Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-are-see-E Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man So we

Kobz' Double D, la détaille ou la débrouille La détaille ou la débrouille On doit v'nir chez qui? Guette la dégaine de mes chacals Y a un pochton pour chaque, je sais qu'le critical les choque La vie c'est dur le rap c'est beaucoup plus facile Et je sais

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday) I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash System on blast, cops just pass Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot Hennessey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big