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nights like this I wish |
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to ride low in the chevy hit a switch |
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in the city burning killer with a ******* |
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mirror mirror on the wall call me the *******t*2 |
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Im creeping up on ya bending corners that reefer aroma, strong as ammonia |
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but we keep it on us |
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*******s is no longer important |
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you had your moment |
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but we still smoking |
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season is open on duck ass ******* who don't knw what the code is |
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if the Gs brung you up then you would have know this |
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now witness the coldest |
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now im rolling my own *******t, owner*******p, owning this, owning that park them cars in the back cause |
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them hoes know your whip |
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identified by what you drive |
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the streets don't have a face has ears and eyes |
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and sharp muh******* teeth it will eat your ass alive |
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living dangerously high this hustle is a drug |
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this game is a ******* the only one I love. |
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yup yup Im in a stupid clean chevy whole top glassed out |
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me & spitta hopped off in a super sport& smashed out |
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catch me on the next flight, high living that jet life |
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my pocket got an appetite that make the ******* pop tonight |
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loud pack bought a pound at the jet lounge |
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haters running all about my trunk |
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shaking the whole ground |
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im in the city burning killa with a ******* |
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drop the top & make a wish roll it up &get them chips |
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big wheels deep dish painted with chrome lip |
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purple what I pour sip shake that ass &make it flip |
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wasn't for them dollars big paper burning wheels |
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I got a pint& im bout to pop the seal of it |
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she like that action |
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imma pass around &let her toss it |
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now what you know about the classics with motor in it |
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454s supercharges with rubber spinning |
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pimp tight dirty sprite LED headights |
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the way she bounce it up&down |
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be outta sight burning paper back to back that foreign smoke |
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we taking off so take a seat now have a toast |
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mirror mirror on the wall Imma ball &Imma score, Imma get a dough & after that |
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Imma ******* a hoe |
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put me in the game let me show you how to do this *******t |
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diamonds gripping against wheel I hit the strip |
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uh oh gees *******s ain't ******* with my team |
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I made it past 25 so im OG |
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once I clear a million dollars im pass the blow the whole P |
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riding brand new seats still covered in plastic |
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rims with the beat I call that a mix and master |
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closer too my dreams when they come to getting gwapole |
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bet that I throw it you can hear me from a block away |
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4-12s in the trunk got the chevy beating stupid |
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thinking should I four door it today or should I coupe it |
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new or old school it |
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the hommies in the hood say I be fooling 383 stroker on gangster I be moving |
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posi pazzi the rear equipped with the dual exhaust |
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pull up on me at the lights and you gone take a loss |
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cause where I come from it's survival of the fittest long beach east side all I move with this hittas |
