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Ayo! Light that shit the **** up man! |
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[Daz] |
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Y'all niggas get ready to get high! |
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What we doin in here y'all, huh? |
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Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin |
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Drinkin, c'mon |
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[HOOK:] |
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This for my niggas on the east coast rollin |
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Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin |
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All my niggas in the street wit caine |
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Muh'****a which street you claim? Put your glock up |
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This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin |
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Six-four rollin, three wheel motion |
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All my dogs on the block just loc'n |
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Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up |
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[Verse 1] |
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B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again |
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I'm in the club with the fifth again |
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West coast niggas sippin gin |
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East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in |
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I'm in the back where it's dark as hell |
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Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L |
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And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores |
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Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for |
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Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave |
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I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash |
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I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes |
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I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke |
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I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones |
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Til the, feds come get me air out guns |
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From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh |
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[HOOK] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I'm on the block til the pack get sold |
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Don't pack just roll |
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Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob' |
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Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold |
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Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold |
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All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's |
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SA's with SK's a **** if the cops come holmes |
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That's right **** coppers holmes |
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We bust choppers holmes |
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We on the block sent them choppers on |
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Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased |
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That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets |
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Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks |
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That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops |
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Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks |
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To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off |
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From pickin up bitches, hittin switches |
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St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo |
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[HOOK] |
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[Verse 3] |
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All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails |
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Say **** they PD's and duck jail |
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Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts |
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Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin |
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You ****in wit a gangsta rookie |
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Don't gangsta lookie |
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Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie |
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Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me |
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What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies? |
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Call state to the Staples Center |
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The four quake'll put staples in ya |
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Nigga zip up your stomach |
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Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em |
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That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons |
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Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks |
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To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off |
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From pickin up bitches, hittin switches |
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St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo |
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[HOOK 2X] |
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[Daz] |
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Yeah, (I make 'em walk) |
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Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt) |
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Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound) |
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For life, do it like that, put your hands up! |
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(Kurupt) |
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Make them switches bounce nigga |
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California put your hands up nigga |
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Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga |
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Don't play no games fool |
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And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em |
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Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans... |
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Bouncin, bouncin... |