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(feat. Mack 10) |
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(chorus) |
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Niggaz wanna fuck with me |
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That's why I gots to bang on you |
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Hater's wanna fuck with the g's |
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That's why we gots bang on you |
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Niggaz wanna fuck with me |
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That's why I gots to bang on you |
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Hater's wanna fuck with the g's |
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That's why I gots bang on you |
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(verse-Ganxta Ridd) |
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I say fuck them all when I bang them on some |
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From Inglewood to my city of Carson |
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Through every hood you should be bangin more often |
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Is your life more then what it is costin |
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Chicken hawker shit talken dogg barker |
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Ghost the scene the snatch of the nath watcher |
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The cock it down blood walker collar blocker |
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Never through it up I through down with the wreath rock |
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SOO WOO set ride on the left put my flag on my |
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shoulder so it lays on my chest |
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The dime piece put the "I" in finess but you can bless |
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that chrome while I bless my fit |
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It's on tell these 5th niggaz its on p-funk I funk or no funk at all |
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Ganxta Ridd Mack tension with the flamedarin |
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Piru 3 street yall ain't ready for this |
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(chorus) |
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(Mack 10) |
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uh HUH |
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eyes forward |
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huh |
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Look |
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(verse Mack 10) |
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Yall don't understand I bang on hoe niggaz |
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Slang blowin in a drive jack foe moe figgaz |
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Walk in the party moe flamed then a arsen |
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Cuz the QSI caught a link with the Carson |
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I'm Gangsta, you ain't tryed it don't knock it |
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Sag when I feel flag in my right pocket |
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The Westin G'z it ain't a new style |
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And the Boo Yaa moe samoans then a luau |
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I fucks with 'em cuz we from the same side |
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And who ever got hit with the cake flame died |
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Always been a rida always stood up |
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Damu niggaz and bitches throw yo hood up (SOO WOO) |
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Get it how you live if you tamper with the sack |
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I go to war over crack like Bush and Iraq (ha ha) |
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It's mack 10 nigga hoo bangin affiliate |
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Stay gangsta all the time and fuck who ain't feelin it |
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(chorus) |
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(verse-Gangxta Ridd) |
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I stay flamed up ritual keep the dickies original |
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Author of the smash through a gang funeral |
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With the G.A.W.T.T.I. belt buckled the west chuckle |
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My bloody knuckles can't stop my hustle |
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They puzzle how the hen get guzzled |
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They tumble tryin to fade through the muscle |
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They in trouble when the mind go humble |
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The debree from the rubble got the whole ben doubled |
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Where they at they go gangsta shit |
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Where you from here we go gangsta hit |
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The rap rolla scrap brawler burgandy maroon |
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Neva visualize unless it go boom |
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G.A.W.T.T.I. get deflan boss of all dons |
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Always outnumber but never outdone |
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Niggaz don't want to march unless we a million |
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Let me p-funk it Westside and make don |
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(chorus x3) |
