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(feat. A. Bless) |
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Holla |
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Bounce |
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Bounce |
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Bounce |
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[VERSE 1: A. Bless] |
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Bless and OC goin back to Cali |
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High to the moon when I wrap the cavi |
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Cold in the arm, that's how the watch be |
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Toast in the palm and the cops watch me |
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We ain't them niggaz that spit off the head |
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We them niggaz that'll spit and off your head |
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Niggaz tellin me "A, why you lost your mind?" |
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Your brains on the street, look, now you lost your mind |
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Bon Appetit, Mush, soon to come |
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Dickin your girl in the bush and I'm soon to cum |
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Smooth and ride out, slow the pace up |
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Take shots like a 31 Pacer |
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Get your smoke on and throw your l's up |
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One love Corleone and throw your L's up |
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On the block with the fiends that cop the rock |
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In the drop with the gleam that rock the rock |
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Yeah, I eat pork, I ain't god but I'm buildin |
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Why the city wanna put gods in the buildin |
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I don't wear a lotta red but still a Diablo |
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Hit with 42, one more than Diallo |
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Whoa |
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[CHORUS] |
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[O.C.] |
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People gonna feel us on this here |
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[A. Bless] |
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It's Wildlife comin to ya this here |
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[O.C.] |
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Aiyo, out with the old, in with the new, ooh yeah |
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[A. Bless] |
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Time for us to make a million bucks this year |
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[O.C.] |
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Yo, we could care less 'bout those, we right here |
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[A. Bless] |
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Doin' what we do best with this with no fear |
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[O.C.] |
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When me and Bless step in the place they show fear |
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[VERSE 2: O.C.] |
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Yo, as a young lad I used to eat my mush |
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Now I'm older, baby pa, so they call me Mush |
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Come steppin in my face, get straight up mushed |
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Cause I was born from puss don't mean that I'm puss |
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I'm from the Bush dash w-i-c-k |
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Faggot niggaz, they can suck a d-i-c-k |
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This is easy for me, flow is easily achieved, flow |
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Stay in my pockets in bulks, my proceeds go |
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Straight to the bank on the block rollin celo |
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And guess who's controllin the bank - Mush |
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Numero uno in the raps that I spank - Mush |
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Top rank, who wanna rank on the kid, I'm no joke |
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Generals, I snatch stripes off your chest and lower your ranks |
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It's a brand new era, no room for errors |
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I'm from back when Acs was chromed out with [?] |
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Ain't nothin you can tell us, my niggaz on the streets tell us |
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Who's with us and who's straight jealous |
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Chickens jealous, Sir Fly, I peep with third eye |
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I wink em with the eye as I casually drive by |
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[CHORUS] |
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[VERSE 3: A. Bless] |
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Haaa... |
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When the dutch gets stuffed I'm coughin |
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Bitch-ass niggaz get stuffed in coffins |
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I drove the bricks and puff the water |
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Get drove to the bridge and dumped in water |
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(Y'all) can't stop us, it's on and poppin |
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Flow in the coupe and the chrome is poppin |
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Cause I pack heavy metal like rock 'n roll |
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Stop - when I pop niggaz drop and roll |
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[OC] |
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We cock and load, I repeat we cock and load |
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On some Tommy Lee shit, dog, we rock 'n roll |
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Bless'll bless you god, bless the child who stole |
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You get your fingertips burnt to learn, progress and grow |
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Never judge a book by the face, you catch ox to the face |
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I call you kid cause I'm grown, know your place |
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OC and Bless, Bless and OC |
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This be some fly shit y'all, so sing the chorus with me |
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[CHORUS] |
