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Y'all don't know nothin about this hee-are |
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Hahahahahahaha, yeah! it's kurupt young gotti |
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Hehaha, sup warren g? it's my homeboy, huh? |
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With my niggas crucial conflict, huh? |
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Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that hay*toke* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah[warren g] |
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Dollars make sense, it's all incorporated |
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I'ma get it all, since a bg |
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I done did it all, was in it all |
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When I first thought |
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I was in the wrong |
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Couple tokes, alcohol |
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Got everything |
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I need, hennessey and weed |
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Since my arrival, based on this modern-day survival |
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Evrything is technicality, everything based on reality |
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So how do |
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I get paid, all these licks nowadays |
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They want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed |
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It's like |
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I'm blind, and |
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I just can't see |
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Warren g, i'ma holler at the homey shorty b"shorty b it's me!", g dove, |
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I'm out to make a grip |
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So call crucial conflict and let's make us some bomb shit[wildstyle] |
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Look at me on the m-i-c |
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Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride |
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With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise |
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Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up |
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The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us |
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High tech with much respect, with all that g's swarmin |
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Like g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow |
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Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no joke |
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We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up |
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With the jigs up, |
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Freaks from the west to the east to the south where they chief |
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Kurupt in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog flict |
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I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed down |
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We rock the shows, slammin do's, cali to chi-town[coldhard] |
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So chop it up, |
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I'm gonna kick some shit about what's goin on |
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Have to get my loot up so |
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I suit upLooked in the mirror said to myself "it's gon' be gone" |
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I'm sick of goin thru the things that |
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I have to do do |
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Cops are happy to jack fools, |
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I'm strictly ever gon' gank move |
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I hate to be the one that have to take it |
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But you best believe |
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I'd die to make it |
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Anywhere in the world |
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I'm standin with my pockets naked |
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Set it out set it out, that's what i'ma holler |
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On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar |
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Watchin you watchin me, hope |
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I slip and bust my knees |
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I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin c's |
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Comin out at ease, no matter what |
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I'm still hard to please |
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Flap flappin sky, be real til the day |
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I leave so sneeze |
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Chorus: reel tight |
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Talin bout that money, dollar |
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Gettin that money, gettin paid*repeat x3*[never] |
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? rollin |
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Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes swell up |
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Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case |
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I'm lavish |
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Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created |
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Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy |
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I think, maybe if |
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I blink things will get back gravy |
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But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately |
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But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me |
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Westside of california, on these corners pimpin daily |
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Retire out on the lakefront, smokin blunts |
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Takin the sale g, trap me like the male be |
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To the westside |
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I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me[kilo] |
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Don't kick it out, let's do this |
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Comin out the do', we down to wall |
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Gotta get in the business, |
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Tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to ball |
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We can't just fold up, |
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Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff |
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This only hustle is for brothers, |
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Feel to bring the business so slow up |
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And we still up on a mini gold rush |
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Ready to make the world go down |
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Bound to get it cos |
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I'm down wit it |
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Now shitty the city, conflict's causin critics to bite tongues |
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Ain't the one, with the shotgun, showdown |
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My town to your town on the rebound for them papers[warren g] |
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It's like brother brother brother how you make em get down? |
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From the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin down |
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Hittin switches and we checkin all snitches |
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Gettin all riches, and flossin in our pictures |
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It's time for some new hits, one of us |
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You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove |
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Chorus (x7) |
