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(B.G. Talking) |
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What's Happenin Mayne? |
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This Lil' B.G |
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Your #1 Hot Boy |
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and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me |
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You know what I'm saying |
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and we bout to ****** the game up on some real ****** *******t. Look |
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[B.G.] |
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I'm official in any neck of the woods |
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I could hop out on any step in any hood |
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******z know me and will come up and wanna ****** with me bad |
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A click of ******z with choppers in black with ski masks |
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I'm a coach so I play the sideline |
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Let Kizzle go and snipe at these ******z that out of line |
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I'm a hot boy, people know whats happening with me |
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Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory |
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I could do that, *******t real round here |
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Ask a ******, all that stuntin get you killed round here |
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Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict |
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Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit |
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I just blend in with the rest of the traffic |
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You don't know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy |
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It's 2004, Chopper City in this ******* |
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****** the game up on some real ****** *******t |
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(Talking) |
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We still get our *******ne on, ya heard me |
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[Chorus x2] |
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We on factory, We on factory |
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We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory |
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We on factory, We on factory |
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We took all the 22's, We on factory |
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(B.G. Talking) |
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Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real |
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****** What's Happenin |
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(Hakim) |
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I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out |
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Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth |
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I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house |
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Now I know how I'm livin with real thugs in my house |
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If I ain't on chrome, your ******* still gonna jock me (Fa Real) |
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Man I'm on fact and that ****** still gonna knock me |
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You hate ******z, y'all really need to stop it |
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I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet |
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My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20 |
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Earrings worth 10, ******* the whip cost 100 |
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100 in the case, 17 in the glock |
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Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block |
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I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker |
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Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster |
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A 100% real ******, look me up and down |
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Located in Chopper City, G'd Up in Soulja Town |
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[Chorus] |
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(Gar) |
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****** pu*******ng 10 whips, I spin in the wide track |
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******* still get side-tracked |
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Ain't got my ass out, ride class course, they pass out |
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Been tossin brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle |
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Actually factory got me with a whole faculty |
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I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps |
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They love trap but don't need to tell |
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and the bullets sell and your body in hell |
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and shot 'em villians and pulled off alot |
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in big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers |
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thats how I'm peelin but I'm still the pigeon from runnin straight |
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(Sniper) |
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Low, Low, 4-Door, Something tinted up on factory |
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I'm Lo Pro, foul, ******suckers no longer be harassin me |
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******z actually trippin thinking a ****** |
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Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits |
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and the set of sprewells, man they slippin |
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I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me |
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With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me |
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But people hacking me, they just be passing me |
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I just got my package from the west right back to the east |
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[Chorus] |
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(Ziggler The Wiggler) |
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Yeah, You pullin up at the light |
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Your rims looking good |
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You got them spinners |
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But when your hoe asks you to take her out |
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You can't even afford I-Hop |
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You pullin up at the club |
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Jumping out with brand new *******rts on |
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And she say gimme some money |
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You can't even keep your phone on |
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****** we on factory behind them old 10s |
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with 20 stacks in our pocket ****** |
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This Ziggler the Wiggler baby |
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and we kicking the door open for some real ******z |
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You understand me, Guess what? |
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All them real ******z, you got a chance now baby |
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and we out, oh boy |
