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Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right |
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I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes |
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If the Navy outside, I might be there |
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Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs |
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Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare |
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You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear |
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And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head |
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And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead |
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Then I'm goin' goin', back back |
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To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop |
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Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns |
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'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots |
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I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX |
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Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box |
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And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells |
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In case niggaz want drama in hell |
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Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together |
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Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' |
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Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig |
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I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches |
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Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches |
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What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man |
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Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game |
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Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game |
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I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches |
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Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches |
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What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man |
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Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game |
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Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game |
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I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz |
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I'm in the streets where they goin' savage |
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One, two, we dance on the rooftop |
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Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops |
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Figga eight'n by the corner sto' |
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Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know |
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Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick |
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Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit |
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They got me diggin in my files |
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Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds |
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Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab |
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Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad |
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Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board? |
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Damn right, another album on the board |
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Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play |
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I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day |
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I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches |
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Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches |
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What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man |
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Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game |
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Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game |
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Count rubber band grands |
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I'm out big on the under, with my fam bam |
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And I, hover the lands |
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To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand |
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No jams the flam's all busted |
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The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in |
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Your pockets, 'til they get them some |
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But testin' my pocket, only gets you none |
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'Cause I, got a pimp mentality |
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The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary |
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They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings |
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Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam |
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All types of baguettes and bezels |
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We shine like life's {unverified} rebels |
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2005, me and my crew just pile the pots |
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Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch |
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D.J. Nesha |