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F*ck Up Some Commas [Remix] feat Rick Ross and Big Sean

Gucci Mane - Pari (Feat Lil Flash) [Prod By Nitti Beatz]

FIRST SINGLE OFF OF 2012: A CHRONIC CHRONICLE

Intro:
Rendezvous, me and you (x2)

Verse 1:
(E.R.K. the Red)
Mad man - the Tazman loon, rappin' on Jazz band tunes
Spittin' that Afghan Kush over these Bam-Bam loops
Stoned in Fred Flint's home
Getting high like I gotta get to heaven by four, twenty
Smoking to build residences out my resin, it's
E.R.K. the Red - alert: somebody tell 'em he's heading for Earth!
Fuck being clever; I'm kicking Dexter in laboratories
Chopping beats up with these oratorical horror stories
The most morbid oracle; the flowing on Zoro, bro
Kill the Z, add an E - now you got yourself a show
Made yourself a little dough, now you got yourself some shones
That's tryna go down low for the down-low on the damn coke

But that's a no-no like a low blow
So, leave the snow at home unless you tryna get Mutombo'ed at my door
Royal Rumble in my foyer
Plus, have a quarter to call your lawyers, bitch

Chorus:
(E.R.K. the Red)
Puff, puff, pass it
Who's willing to match it?
No pills, no Acid
I don't wan't nothin' drastic
I'm just tryna relax, talk crap 'bout asses
Sit back, count stacks
Blow a Jackie Onasis

(Achilles)
I'm gone off the Maui, Outie on the Cali
If Canada dry, we supplying every county

(E.R.K. the Red & Achilles)
Rendezvous with the crews, roast a few doobs
I rendezvous with the crew, roll a few doobs

Verse 2:
(Achilles)
I said I'm gone off that Maui, packed with some mad spliffs
Fuck-Room full of bad bitches, that's 5-foot average
Homestead, they ratchet
I fuck 'em all til' my balls fall
Call Renee, tell him I'm the real South Dade Savage
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique, drip-drip
I got your girl pussy wet - call that a catfish
Eating chicken strips, so good when I got that ketchup
And to them niggas saying catch up - I'm next up
Living lavish, I'm stacking that cabbage
I got more karats on my neck than Caesar salad's and average
I mean I'm king in this bitch, I just need a palace
And some hoes to go down like Velma looking for her glasses
Caviar and champagne, dream with ya campaign
Presidential suite like we won the damn thing
For ya wishes, tryna by shit off my ex's wish list
Just so she can see me give it to my next bitch, 
And that's the best shit
And we flex cause we the best dressed in here
Get high off the papers and I fly like planes
Ain't a damn thing changed except the motherfucking name - Achilles

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
To rendezvous with my crew, you gotta roll a few
To rendezvous with the crew, you gotta roll a few (x4)

Rendezvous (ft. Achilles) | Prod. JayRetro

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Rendezvous (ft. Achilles) | Prod. JayRetro

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