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Hey p man |
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Remember that *************t last year you was talking bout that |
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Bloody murder *************t |
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Won't you kick some more of that *************t |
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Verse 1 |
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Jumped out the chev mean mugged at some sucker punks |
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King flashed the gauge, them hoes didn't want no pub |
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So they smashed off hella quick |
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Why them hoes was leaving me and sonja c was plotting some gangster *************t |
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So put this nine up in your bra strap |
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And when we get inside this liquor store keep your eyes up on them japs |
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Sonya c: |
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So get your hands up in the air trick |
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And break me off some cash cause sonya c's a trigger happy ************* |
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So don't be talking that ******* japanese |
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Understand its a jack give up the cash or you'll be swish cheese |
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Master p: |
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Touch the button and i'ma hurt you ************* |
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Why you had to and make p get his hands dirty trick |
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And that'll be some ******* more *************t |
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Sonya c grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no ******* evidence |
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The next day the paper reads no leads |
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Sonya c: |
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Just a bunch of dead mother******* japanese |
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Master p: |
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Jumped in the car and backed to the rich |
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Bonnie and clyde or should i say gangsta *************t |
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(chorus) |
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A mother******* 211 |
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We needed cash we robbed the liquor store |
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Verse 2 |
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I'm getting chronicked out or should i say ****** up |
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?? one g and its three of us |
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I seen my face on the news and its time to chill |
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But i can't cause i got too many ******* bills |
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Grabbed my glock it only had three bullets trick |
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But if i run out i ain't tripping i'll choke a ************* |
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Walked in the corner liquor store with my 44 |
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Played it cool bought a snapple man ************* them hoes |
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He opened the register i tried to do his ass |
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I ain't tripping cause the p wasn't wearing a mask |
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Blew out some chronic, showed no remorse |
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Told them hoes get they ass on the figgety floor |
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Snatched the cash and my pistol still smoking |
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Left them hoes like the raiders left oakland |
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(chorus) |
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Verse 3 |
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Cali g had the chronic without no zig zag |
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Hold on partner i'm gone go get some ******* zags |
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Now i'm off to the liquor store |
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And just in case it be some funk, i'm gone bring my 44 |
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Now you know the p don't take no *************t |
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But this arab started following me |
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Like i was gone steal some *************t |
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He was strapped so i had to think quick |
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Put my 44 to the head of this ************* |
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Drop your pistol or she's dead man |
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Slowly put your hands up in the air |
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Lets play a little ******* game |
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Simon say open the register hoe |
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His ************* looked it good so i told her to suck my 44 |
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He got jealous tried to jump i hit him with the pump |
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Put more cash in my pockets than donald trump |
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And i'm off to the freeway real fast |
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Got damn, forgot cali's zig zags |
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(chorus) |
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-alright you inmate double o 652 |
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Get your ass back in that cell boy |
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-damn, now ya'll know crime do pay |
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But you don't always get away |
