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Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know |
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We make money, we eat, we feed |
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Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts* |
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Uhh, yeah, come on.. |
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Uhh uhh, make some music.. |
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Dogg House, you know.. $hort |
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Dog peep game, come on |
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I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets |
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No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats |
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Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up |
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We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub |
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Whattchu know about sellin dope... |
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But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap |
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Goldie Loc, |
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Tray Deee, |
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Too $hort, no doubt |
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Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga [Too $hort] |
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These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game |
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O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch |
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I'm the same |
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Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name |
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Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same |
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Made thirteen albums in a row |
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Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe |
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It's so easy, if ya know how to get it |
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You'll never be another broke-ass nigga [Chorus: Kokane] |
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes |
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat |
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Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes |
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat |
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Cheerios [Tray Deee] |
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Fuck a business suit, |
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I'm out to where we juice |
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Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot |
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Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel |
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Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field |
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With the heat out, jack the whole hood with |
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G-clout Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out |
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You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout |
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Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out [Goldie Loc] |
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I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang |
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Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed |
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Except, twelve-inch scars on my body |
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What I mean by that, |
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I was hit by some hotties (nigga) |
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Call somebody, |
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I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody |
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It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money |
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I was at the wrong place at the wrong time |
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Paramedics don't know, |
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I was a victim of the crime [talking] |
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Just keep gettin that money mayne |
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Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat [Chorus: Kokane] |
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes |
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat |
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Cheerios (Check it out) [$hort] |
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Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick [$hort] |
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Do yo' thang and get rich [TrayD] |
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Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got [TrayD] |
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You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot [$hort] |
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Ask anybody; |
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I stay paid [$hort] |
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Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid [TrayD] |
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Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe [TrayD] |
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I break a bitch down then |
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I'm off with the dough [$hort] |
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I'm so hungry, |
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I can't wait to eat [$hort] |
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I ride brand new shit down the street [TrayD] |
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Life is a game of chess, who plays the best [TrayD] is the last one that's laid to rest [$hort] |
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I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard [$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar [TrayD] |
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Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be [TrayD] |
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If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see [TrayD] that's game [Chorus: Kokane] |
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes |
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat |
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Cheerios We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes |
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat |
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Cheerios [Big Tigger] |
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Catch me headed out west, |
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Impala drive |
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And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?) |
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Too $hort, |
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Eastsidaz, and ya boy |
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Big Tig It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big |
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Wanted a Benz and a |
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Lotus (what?) |
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Whatever feels, sprayin |
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Raid on the roaches |
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I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?) |
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Came home to it, then we flipped the notice |
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Now we big crib livin, |
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Rockland and non-stop with hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!) |
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And it's just the beginnin (what?) |
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Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin |
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Big Tigger, |
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Too $hort, drops it so mean |
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That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens |
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Three cars, three cribs and three bikes |
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When I drop this hot shit, |
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I'm gonna cop three plus three mics [talking] |
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Y'all niggaz better stop playin and get yo' game tight |
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Too $hort, |
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Eastsidaz, |
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Big Tig... oh boy |
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Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin the cat |
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Chase that money, well unless you know |
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The cat got money (please believe it) this how we eat nigga! |
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Let's go, oh boy... |