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Yeah youknowhatI'msayin' muthafuckas in the world tryin' to |
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Play niggas out these days. Can't fuck around and play no |
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Niggas out these days niggas is smarter'n a muthafucka man |
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We gotta make cash. Only thing that's ruling this muthafucka |
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Right now, this strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket |
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Finna go get mo' money. youknowhatI'msayin' Ha Fuck 'em. |
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[Verse 1] |
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I hear some niggas comin' 'round |
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Talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do |
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But the only thing I do is |
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Realizin' in my crew |
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Fuck these snitches fuck these bitches |
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Ain't worth the jail time bro' |
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You know these streets is a muthafuckin' joke |
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And that's the way it goes |
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Playa playa got caught up |
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Brought up the wrong way |
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But he say the white man |
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Fucked me up and got me acting that way |
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You know the homey who be |
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Ballin' with the squad (squad) |
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Little Y.G. trynta practice acting hard |
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Talkin' 'bout money talkin' 'bout bitches |
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Talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit |
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Cocaine a pound of weed |
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And bitches sucking on his dick |
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He used to win it to live that way |
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Ever since them Chronic days |
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The big homeboy C-style put him on |
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Nineteenth Street got him on his way |
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It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us |
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Someone we can trust later on |
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Someone we couldn't trust |
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Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough |
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In this rap game threaten to snitch |
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If he wadn't rich in a matter of days |
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Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him!) |
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Make him get real broke (Kill him!) |
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Hell naw this nigga gotta die right here |
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We ain't no joke. (hell yeah nigga) |
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Check it! |
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[Chorus x3] |
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Don't try to play me homey |
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Don't try to play me what (what) |
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Don't try to play me homey |
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Who the fuck you think I was? (was) |
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[Verse 2] |
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8:30 in this evenin' I cop the sack gettin' me set |
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Get some Orange getting me on my mind state just at rest |
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Cruise the neighborhood proudly and I'm throwin' up my set |
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Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't you forget |
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I crack a forty of that Eight fuck St. Ides I love the taste |
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And my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass |
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And the homeboys flossin' we tossin' up the scene |
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Lookin' clean as fuck makin' green |
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Mashing as a muthafuckin' team |
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It seems the homies notice me who I am |
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Goddamn tires hoppin' pullin' up pop on the jam |
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Niggas started hoping showin' stereo on three chromes |
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And the situation just went so fast |
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Daz Dilinger kickin' ass |
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Steadily movin' making cash |
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Later on I bounce to the club |
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Me and my cousin Rico Snoop |
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Tai cousin Supafly, Big Style, E and Hershey too |
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Cruisin' up ? like fools don't understand my thang |
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Come around here homeboy & |
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You won't see daylight ever again |
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Come tow me bitch come get me rich |
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You know my way my game we spit |
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You down wit this? (you down wit this) |
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Told ya what told ya twice |
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Told ya why told ya somethin' |
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It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin' |
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(Snoop over last line) |
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Dumpin' on niggas after the club |
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Niggas started trippin' |
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Niggas start set trippin' |
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Niggas started Crippin' started Bloodin' |
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Started doin' whatever that they was doin' |
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I was blastin' they was blastin' |
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Dat Nigga Daz was out catching |
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Those who try to get up and do they thang |
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Swang bang and I gets my thang |
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Rat pack niggas try to jack |
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Niggas try to fuck my game |
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How the fuck I feel homeboy |
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Get that Eight and drink some more |
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Niggas won't stop mashin' |
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'til we knock down every niggas door |
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[Chorus x4] |
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And there you |
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Straight gangst |
