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This goes out to the triple OG'z |
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Young homiez shootin dice on ya knees! |
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Out the window putcha chain in the breeze! |
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Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheese! |
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This goes out to the thick breezies! |
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Juicy Couture, paper, denim, and cloth jeans! |
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Dark Skin, red bone, ladies! |
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Stay aboutcha paper route stack cheese! |
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[Verse 1: E-40] |
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Drinkin aftershock! on the soil smokin a beedi |
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Fillin my wheaties in the trenches, lookin out for em Po-Po-Heezies |
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Hoppin n hittin em fences livin the life of a hustla |
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watchin out these scandalous suckas |
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they dirty and cold them brothas totin and packin pistola |
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quarterbackin yola stockin and drivin a rova (rover) |
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Blackberry Motorola! (beep) |
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Livin lavish from peddlin that tragic magic |
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immune 2 the beef and static |
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and thumpers and automatics! |
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Droppin off packages, savages! |
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After tryin, and shinin and grindin, blinkin and blindin... |
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and F-f-flossin n flamboastin my DIAMONDS (blinggg!) |
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If she knew better, she'd do better |
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she didn't know no better! |
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told her to come up outta that cold! |
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and get up under some of this here sunny weather! |
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Pressure bust a pipe! Am I right? am I wrong? |
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Told her I'm rightin my wrongs! |
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Convinced her to give me dome. |
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I put my mack hand down then I put my best foot forward |
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Then I place my bid like a playa, pimp! Better know it! |
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Pull up to the club! (cluuubb) In front of the buildin! |
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Feelin like a million dollas! whaa!? (whUHH!?!) they ready n willin |
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We some seven figure hittas, big triggas and dojas ferocious! |
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Some of these suckas be sellin wolf tickets! Don't think I don't notice! |
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I got my designated ridas and souljas, weopalization & folkers the coldest! |
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We slang good look from Minne-snow-ta, to South Da-Cola |
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pushin that yola, we puttin it down for the soil! Be perkin n smokin that doja! |
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Rockin n rollin them boulders, duckin n dodgin the rollas |
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Major packers of paper? Bogus, we come from the shouldas. |
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Whatchu want? A poodle, sweetie? Or a big tycoon like E-feezy!? |
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Some people hate e-feezy, cuz he be all up on T-V! |
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Lookin hella teezy! Wit a couple of playas and breezies! |
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Sippin some num-num juice! In the boxed up chevy capreezy! |
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That boy there livin proof! And go on to stay off the heezy! |
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Not used to wearin suits... just levis t-shirts n beanies! |
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[Verse 3: E-40] |
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If you like it, I love it! |
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Subbin and subbin the dead away |
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When they hear my sub... rockford fosgate! |
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Speakers n tweeters penetrate through the hood like its weight. |
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Disbelievers n suckas hate when I'm up in my peruvian flake! |
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Yola white scraper makes the haters be mad at u! |
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Me and my whistlin pipes! tinted windows, park avenue! |
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(oooohhh!! park avenue?) Restricted, pimpskillet! |
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Talk to me! I'll talk back! I know you feel this track! |
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Throw ya hands in the sky! real real high n say |
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"Feezy! Tell me somethin slick n sly!" |
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Let's get tipsy, stoned, keyed, and twisted! |
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Pissy, drunk, tweeted, splifted! Wooooow! (woww!) |
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Scared man can't win! look at all these broads! Look at all these gorgeous women! |
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Look at all that junk in her trunk! Look at all that body almighty! |
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Look at how she shakin her rump! Look at what she do off bacardi! |
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