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(Soopafly) |
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Check it, I bust a bitch till she butt naked |
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Soopafly D-P from Cali one raked |
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Eastside Long Beach, this one to eat |
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or all, rough, ruggeded and raw |
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We give it to yall, us niggaz give fuck naw |
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It's like everyday, I greet my niggaz with a grin |
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They pull out the dice, starting grinnin and shake it twice |
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But I don't gamble, I pull a bitch like a door handle |
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Let that bitch leave nothing but toe sandals |
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and a map, it's like that |
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I ain't payin nothing until she bring they pipe back |
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It's like twice that, my niggaz fell to semm they like that |
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Fuck rap, fuck a around and you get snatched |
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What a tight match, and Tray Dee, Soo' and Style |
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When I say tight, they "Ha" like Juvenile |
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(Lil C Style) |
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Bust a regal, livin life illegal |
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time to say whut up to all my people (Whut Up, Whut Up) |
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Eastsidin, did my first crime with an automatic nine |
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And every since then I known about to grind |
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Tryin to rap, and slang at the same time |
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That was then, and look at me now |
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Ballin like a motherfucka, puttin it down |
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with Soopafly, who got gangsta shit |
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Eastside Long Beach as we represent |
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(Chorus: Soopafly) |
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Pimpin everyday (Every day) |
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We doin this Everyday (Everyday) |
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Everyday (Everyday) |
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Just doing our thang (just doing our thang) |
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We ain't trippin (Everyday) |
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we doin this everyday (we doin this like everyday) |
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Everyday (like everyday) |
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Just doing our thang, trippin |
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(Tray Deee) |
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We dippin, sippin, saggin, and crippin |
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Slap a bitch with this dick with stand vicious, we pimpin |
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Watch a sucker drop, bank rolls a hoe |
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While mackin keep me stackin bankin, and clothes (We Stroll) |
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With a limp from the limp of my clip |
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Plus this heavyweight peace with all the diamonds that drip |
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Bitch, you best recongnize how we ball day |
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All day every day, ain't no playin a tray |
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I'm like an ace of space, I bust I'm doin too much |
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Catch her in traffic I'm scoopin her up |
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Jumpin out the white with the park lights on |
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High as a kite, shootin dice all night long |
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I stay hustlin and mustlin to keep my effect |
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Smoke a quarter or a half, fuck a cheap dime sack |
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I'm livin to the limt or don't live it all, get it and ball |
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Nigga look at me and my doggz |
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(Chorus) |
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(Bad Azz) |
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I floss my gold chain, with diamonds |
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The Italian style, the bad person Tray Davis, Soopafly, and Style |
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I never lost my touch not a bit |
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Today I'm better than I was yesterday with this |
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Don't test touch my fast hand draw |
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If my strap is in the car, I'm going bomb to the shore |
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We the number one supporters, drugs, gang love |
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Smoke the weed, throwing up gang signs, we gangstas |
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Got to love, got to thugged it up for our mouth |
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I be on this every single day, no doubt |
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See me, I'm worth about 450 and ounce |
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I drop sixteen bars, and go buy me a car |
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I'm just an local universal with my vocal |
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Put the hip hop fan base in a choke hold |
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My gang Dogg Pound, a gang of gangstas and entertainers |
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Sign an autograph, bangin, and we rich and we famous |
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(Chorus) - repeat to fade |
