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Peroxide (feat. MED, Blu, DJ Romes & DāM FunK) letra


Yo, the car's white, Susie for the Gucci
Monica Bellucci with the Coogi
Uh, yo, my bubble goose Grey Goose hoochie
Slipped my Uzi in the movies like a roof, excuse me
She say my new stee too inapprop'
I say: New freak, Henny and a two-liter Coke
Put the roach out, niggas still doin' it tho
They tryna move keys better than a pianist compose
She say my single put that tingle in her nose
On the coast where the summer is the season for the snow
Yeah, them niggas ain't checking for flows
They send the dope with the hoes like Xs and Os
I've seen it all out my window, watching asphalt grow
Uh, reason my peoples keep a tall cam fold
In Los Ange', in the land where them cameras blow
The boss man even hustle hand-in-hand for the dough
Peroxide

'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the, in the, in the cut
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright

Uh, yeah, I'm from CA, city of the ox
Bang forward like doors in DA, heavy with the knock
Nigga you not fucking with the clique, get the cops
Shit, my sister beat the jury out the box
The block on smash with cash
You get rocked, tryna make bands like Slash
Above hash, flash on the dash talk trash
Till them Hefty bags filled, no tax
She feel me on that feel nigga rap
For real, gold grill, chain every champ
The ill, payback gold, get a ransom
Now we pick the finest cotton off the racks
Relax homie, still keep the flashlight
I can see me taking pictures in the past life
Why write it? 'Cause my mind right
You need iron like a bad diet, fucking with the Westsiders
Peroxide

'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the, in the, in the cut
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright

I came up, laid in the cut like [?]
Reno son funds hustle, this ain't one
Flow dope like Kurt with a nose run, buzzin'
The reason why the males in the toast's done, we comin'
Two hundred for the shirt, bunting
Light stunting for the day suffering, hustlin'
Huff a squat like a flat stomach
Who run it? Her fav' color, I put my money on it
Dam-Funk over Madlib product
The rough beat, husky deep, heavy in the trunk
Seat comfy, plush leather, freaks lining up
Money bubble up off the block when I post up

Uh, yo, post up, bubble in the cut
No struggle, shit crack, you bubblin' the butt
Gift bags out the huddle while you fumble on the hut
King Tut play the humble on the hush
From the jungle to the train line
Hustle through the grapevine daytime
They heard Cain's Abel like Jesus was on the main line (What?)
Nigga please, no need for them K9s
These got the lead but ended up with a great rhyme
Uh, the state lines tried to hold me but I broke free
No squeeze, do my dirt all by my lonely like a OG
Just the stove in me, tryna make a buck
'Bout to bubble like peroxide layin' in the cut (Uh, uh, yo)

All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright

Madlib - Letras

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