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Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang |
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Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains |
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Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain |
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Number one with a bullet ? faster than the bullet train |
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Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans |
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I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same |
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My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame |
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Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name |
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Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic |
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Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!) |
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But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star |
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Every week I cop a house and a car |
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The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish |
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That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience |
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We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator |
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spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, C'MON! |
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[Chorus: Xzibit] |
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That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G |
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I got the whole world waitin on me! |
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I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time |
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I got the whole world waitin on me! |
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If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide |
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I got the whole world waitin on me! |
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... Yeah! I got the whole world waitin on me! |
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[Xzibit] |
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Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real |
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I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill |
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I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity |
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Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (YEAH!) |
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Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick |
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My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit |
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Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick |
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No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit |
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Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin |
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We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians |
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Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!) |
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That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) |
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Novocain the game, no shame |
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No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch |
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You can't hang with us (no!) |
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Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust |
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You so popcorn and fake industrious, YEAH! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Xzibit] |
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Yeah... yeah, whattup Key? |
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I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room |
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So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon |
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Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas |
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Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step |
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I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear |
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Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year! |
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Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system |
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I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em |
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I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side |
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It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!) |
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Don't procrastinate, don't waste time |
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Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines |
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Military minded, stickin to the base lines |
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Intellectually brighter than California sunshine |
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Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah) |
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I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon) |
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Nigga |
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[Chorus] |