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Uhh |
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H2, 26 inch shoes |
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Big boy toys, air traveller iceman shoes |
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Straight fool, look at the way that I wear my hair |
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Look at the pants and the clothes I wear |
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Look at the way my that my necklace glare |
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Cars exotic pimpskillet narcotics |
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Got 'em pimpskillet, sippin on some Hypnotiq |
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Pimpskillet a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It |
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We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment |
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Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pidgeons |
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I flip the clippers at falcons and box Chevy's dippin |
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Thou'n! Smokin with my next door neighbor |
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Coughin - turtle and tobacco paper |
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Gangsta - read all about it |
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Northern Califoolya got THE talent |
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Play mindgames and talk slick and slide in |
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That's why the P's be poppin and the mackin be multiplyin |
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[Chorus] |
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Me and my weeples natural hustlers |
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If you need that then come get plugged by us |
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223's comin out the state from us |
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This is Sic' Wid It, you can't **** wit us |
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[E-40] |
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The Candyman, in the kitchen with the pots and pans |
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Fiends makin bass pipes, out of ink pens |
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Where the cherries'll let ya hustle forever |
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But soon as the murders start occurin they gon' come get ya |
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Soon as the money start to flowin somebody gon' snitch ya |
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Soon as the rellis get to knowin that youse a fixture |
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Off in the bushes on surveillance takin a picture |
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So the poorer get poorer and the richer keep gettin richer |
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Real like estate, my works carry a lot of weight |
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Never on time, always late on a concert date |
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Get it Raoul, does he know what flavor the Bay |
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Back up in three-one-oh they give me the playa rank |
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Born on a MON-DAY! .. Forty Bela-FONTE! |
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Skippin and skatin and slidin, bouncin and dippin and glidin |
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Spittin and rappin and rhymin, ballin and wellin and timin |
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[Chorus] |
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[E-40] |
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Boy you the opposite of cold! |
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Your lyrics stick out, like a turd in a punchbowl |
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You don't give a man fish, you teach him how to fish |
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You don't give a broad chips, you reverse that shit |
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I'm talkin about cheese (cheese) |
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Only time that you 'sposed to do that when, she's yo' main squeeze |
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Got your babies, drive Mercedes |
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No if's or maybe's, that's your lady |
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Quiet on the set! |
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E-40 Belafonte the greatest game spitter of all time beatin down vets |
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Comin around the corner in that clean-ass convertible droptop Corvette |
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How can I forget a lil' bumpy face and a bottle of that there Moet |
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I bumped into this HOTTIE .. at a ghetto-ass PARTY |
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Frankie V jeans I seen, lookin so fresh and so clean |
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Got her all up on my team, jockin my glare and my gleam |
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[Outro] |
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(HOT!) 40 Water is |
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(HOT!) Sic' Wid It still |
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(HOT!) #1 and we |
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(HOT!) .. |
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(HOT!) 40 Water is |
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(HOT!) Sic' Wid It still |
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(HOT!) #1 and we |
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(HOT!) .. |
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