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SSGKobe - Sandlot (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SSGKobe
SSGKobe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SSGKobe
SSGKobe
Composer
Tung Vu Hong
Tung Vu Hong
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Junior
Kyle Junior
Producer
Denis Kosiak
Denis Kosiak
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, go dummy, Kyle With my brothers from day one in that sandlot We was whippin' up P's, movin' up the chicken 'cause them bands hot (hot, hot, hot) 'Member I couldn't clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot (no more) It put me in a dead shock, couldn't be that up in that jail block (slatt, yeah) Gone in the wind, we ain't catch his ass, so we spinnin' again My pockets gettin' swole, eatin' spinach again These niggas be cap on my chinny-chin-chin And off that lean, when I sip once, I be on that slow mode And my shooters like a green light, you know they on go mode Came in from the bottom, new girl, she a model Percs and the X, I done been through some script bottles All that ass, she should've been a strip model She throw it back, you know I make the bitch holler Big ass Benz, so you know I got the big dollars Fuck these hoes with all of these sick problems I know you ain't actin' boujee, bitch 'Member you was givin' head for like six dollars Brand new car, brand new whip We could wait, get pink slips You don't gotta like me, just respect my drip With Mel and Jimmy it's like field trips Don't answer me when you pissed off Don't fuck with me, you get flipped off Like a edit, boy, you get clipped off On my neck, she left a bunch of lip gloss With my brothers from day one in that sandlot (that sandlot) We was whippin' up P's, movin' up the chicken 'cause them bands hot (yeah, hey) 'Member I couldn't clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot (hot, hot, hot) It put me in a dead shock, couldn't be that up in that jail block (brr, brr, slatt, yeah) Gone in the wind, we ain't catch his ass, so we spinnin' again My pockets gettin' swole, eatin' spinach again These niggas be cap on my chinny-chin-chin And off that lean, when I sip once, I be on that slow mode And my shooters like a green light, you know they on go mode With my brothers from day one in that sandlot We was whippin' up P's, movin' up the chicken 'cause them bands hot 'Member I couldn't clutch the pole no more 'cause the feds is hot It put me in a dead shock, couldn't be that up in that jail block
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