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We getting money got the getting money |
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My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money |
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Nigga from tha row get the money |
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Stick wid it niggas is get the money |
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Westcoast mafia |
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I gave the gangbanging like fuck the money now I see |
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My riches to get my milk and honey as I touch the stage |
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Prescious my life of caine women scream my name while |
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Sipping on champane we came perpacked in this rap game |
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And I'm a rider to deth living the life of fame to my last breath |
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I see that when the money came that's when the women changed |
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Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with |
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Movie stars now they feening justing to know who we are |
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We rap stars getting the paper like tony draper |
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Living major like 40 water far from pulling capers killa |
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Califonia sunshine ya ass all mine as I drop the top on cloud nine |
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From a 500 to a 600 mercedes ladys praying that they catch me |
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On I 80 yea we get the money |
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[Chorus] |
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Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket |
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Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey |
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In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money |
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Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket |
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Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas |
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Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money |
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[Verse 2] |
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Killa cali where the gangbangers kill thugs stacking money |
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Make a mill come short on my scrill till I magnum off in your grill |
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In luxury cars sitting on 20 inch wheels influnced by |
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Big ballers up on a hill addicted to having money stacked up |
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In large bills I gotta shake the hills and blend in with the real |
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Cuz I'm seeing too much of this penitentury steel |
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Holler if you hear me my dogs touch me if you feel me |
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Got these pinky slugs my neighborhood tryina kill me |
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As I seem to escape death caught up in this rap game |
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Give a shot out to my locs caught up in the crack game |
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Stacking for caine but ghetto started the fame only mission to game |
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From life of poverty pain I will remain the same |
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And money can never change these true thugs dedicated |
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To the game to get the money |
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[Chorus] |
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Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket |
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Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey |
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In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money |
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Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket |
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Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas |
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Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money |
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[Verse 3] |
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I'm on blunted fast cars in the pit like movie stars |
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Hear the women scream their heads off when they find out who we are |
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Platinum lexus full of baggets and crushed carrots keep'em jocking |
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When I'm on stage with 30,000 rocking my lyics spiced out |
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Ear and neck wrist iced out versachi cloths keep me glowing at night |
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When the lights out yeah I come dressed to impress |
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But only the best shit drank cristal and moet |
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My crew pack smith and wess with bulletproof vest |
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And if it's broke when I finished pissing then they handle the rest |
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Like a don heavy head when the bed get rest body parts |
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Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool |
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This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump |
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I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with the mausburg pump |
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Kill'em up my nigg fill'em up make sure they dead |
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I give a fuck no luck put slugs in both of they heads |
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We get the money |
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[Chorus] |
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Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket |
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Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey |
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In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money |
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Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket |
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Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas |
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Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money |
