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(feat. Daz Dillinger) |
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[Verse I: Daz] |
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Turn up the bass break out the Vegas break out the cigars |
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I'm lettin all be known so you know who I are |
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That M-I double G-D-Ato the Z is the shit |
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I'm a gangsta and I'm only for the presidents |
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This is for you and yours I'm in the house fo' sho' |
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I say "Fuck it" you ready for the motherfuckin war |
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The D-O Double O-G don't even try to say (say what) |
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When you come up to speak don't even lie to me |
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You like to exaggerate dreamin of mansion |
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Make up the gang of shit that aggravates to hate me |
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So when you trippin and tryin to see (buck buck) |
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Or you be one of them niggaz dead in the streets |
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Cause what I say is what I do that but only if they new that |
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They be dead wrong they can't do that style that I'm doin (what's that) |
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They might ruin (oh shit) paddle em down to the bass and start doin |
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Y'all all rain deep if anything heat seeing what that nigga wanna be |
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Everybody know its down (say what) on a serious tip |
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Punk you can get a smack from this nigga I ain't no joke |
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[Verse II: Luni Coleone] |
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You niggaz betta get low its war time motherfucker |
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Its Luni Coleone I smash motherfucker |
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The life of a Westside rich nigga so leave that |
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Wake up with a can in my hand where the weed at? |
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These fake ass G's gettin tired of me |
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Cause I check em with no hesitation stay far from me |
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It's me and loud rude ohh I feel so evil |
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Drunk in the mo-mo sweatin hard off the E pill |
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Give me the mic nigga I'll show you how to rock shit |
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Shootin yo lights out like Houston Rockets |
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Diggidy Daz wuz up cause whats the dealy yo |
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Got shit locked from yo city to Sacramento |
