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song about my town. reppin. lyrics: yeah, it's exl uh, it's exl uh.... yo, hahaha. Yeah yeah yeah bitch, we in the 860 (x3) where the kids ride high with the bass down low yeah, we in the 860 (x3) where the kids ride high with the bass down low yeah. uh plaid shirt, and my skinny jeans, bumpin in the focus on them fifteens. yeah, man, i know, i'm straight broke, have yo brain leakin out like a fuckin' egg yolk. the cops grillin us like steak, pullin on the blunt like the fuckin' e-brake, yeah. we fuckin up, i know, and we got lost, freeze when i see the cops you can call me jack frost. in the car we freestyle, in the meanwhile, the cops flick the lights and, everybody whyle. yeah we all buggin, paranoid, cuz these cops on my ass like a hemorrhoid uh. yo, let's go on a mission, fuck a genie bitch i'll keep on wishin, that one day everybody will know, that armenian cracker from the 860 we in the 860 (x3) where the kids ride high with the bass down low yeah, we in the 860 (x3) where the kids ride high with the bass down low yeah. uh, never gotta worry yo, it's all good, yeah you underneath me if you misunderstood. on the right is my main bro mike, three blunts out, you can call it a strike, yea. yea, i'm just chillin, with all my smoker's we the odd ones out like cards and a joker. straight up to the sky, takin off like an arrow, man overboard someone get jack sparrow. you bitches make me laugh, yeah you little clowns, retard flow bitch, like i gave the beat downs. we cant get any mother fuckin stupider, man on the moon? im the man on jupiter, uh. in this town there aint much to do, gotta cvs and a liberty tattoo, but fuckit who cares we do what we can, on farmington ave in my mini mini van yeah. we in the 860 (x3) where the kids ride high with the bass down low yeah, we in the 860 (x3) where the kids ride high with the bass down low yeah. catch me and my bro's steady crusin in the wagon, rollin up a doobie or we zig zaggin, livin my life, hearin all these kids naggin, they cant keep up, cuz i keem them bitches laggin, uh. ...and im drivin im crusin, uh, yeah, we awake and you snoozin, uh, yeah, we smokin' you boozin' uhhh... ...now watch me throw the two's with a pen in my hand and a mic on the stand, swearin too much bitch gettin all my music banned. parents gettin pissed but it could be worse, somebody call a nurse, better yet, call a herse, cuz i kill another verse, yeah, i tear this shit up, catch me sleepin in the sky you can call it lay-up. just remember, lay low, cuz you know the five oh in the 860. yeah, we in the 860. where the kids right hight with the bass down low, yeah.