
"Chillin wit the crew"
Dopedealers, yea that's what we called em'/ they come in new colors every so often/ had to get his pockets too green like Boston/ most niggas can't even afford em'/ See dope dealers was a prized possession, if u had em' in our town u was reppin/ He was talkin to girls that went to Western/ and they wasn't even in my section , or his district , but let's move quick let's get on/ Dope dealers cost more than your cellular phone/ And they sure ain't worth no pennies, but the penny was shown/ For bmore we puttin em on/ For bmore we puttin on/
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What a shitty "poem"
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