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When I ride, you know I'm sitting on dos-two's |
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DVD's with TV screens, I'm looking cool |
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But uh be looking cool for myself, slowed down |
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Slowed down, slowed down |
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You know I can't, I see nothing but luck in my surroundings |
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But, I'm fin's to take over this rap game fa sho |
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Me and my raw click, spitting heat you didn't know |
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1 Da Boy done linked up, with that Avarice |
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Scatting bout fifty deep, been alone |
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Avalanche truck what, we out the roof like what |
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Stunting and big balling, spending cheese like what |
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Costing bout fifty G's, point two's for my truck |
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Ice up in my Roley, so blue the wrist shut |
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Line chronic my man, we stay rolling it up |
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Verse gon stay hot, so you better give it up |
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For me and my ***** Po, we ain't to be touched |
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Haters I got a message, you can shut the ***** up |
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I flip the big trucks, with the big rims |
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Fat tires, call em Yokohama slims |
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TV screens, with the DVD's |
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PS2 playing, on 17 inch monitor screens |
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[Lil' Keke:] |
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22's 23's, 24's and 5's |
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Everything that I ride, sitting wide and live |
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This is H-Town's finest, glowing covered in diamonds |
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Hard on the mic, forever be chart climbing |
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They know who I am, forever don't give a damn |
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Sitting low to the ground, in a brand new lamb |
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Shot calling, and they *****t out of luck |
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Here go the kush young *****, twist that purple up |
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You know I'm showing off fronting my mouth, because I like to stunt |
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Big bodies on 22's, with the special made front |
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This my a-bidness boy, how I make my cash flow |
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And it's my a-bidness boy, always when I wanna ball |
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I'm having a conversation, on my cellular phone |
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Somebody mad at me, cause me Po ride chrome |
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With TV screens up in the head rest, two tone |
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Mad because my paint change, like them Color boys |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Lil' Keke:] |
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Southsi' for li', Westside fa sho |
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Got plenty of endo, got plenty of cash flow |
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In a SUV, you know we tinted and bented |
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G's thugs and killers, hard heads how all in it |
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Let me get a minute, take a second to wreck |
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When we step out on the scene, getting much respect |
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C.M.G. *****, we ain't gon tear it apart |
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We gon rise in the game, like we did from the start |
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We tossing and giving dap, still be rolling slab |
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Still be paying ten, living ghetto fab |
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We looking for lil' mamas, rolling on Yokahamas |
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Hurting these boys mind, we causing em head trauma |
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On the money train, trying to dodge hard rain |
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Gripping up on the grain, leave a stain |
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All in the brain, I push slims on tims |
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Sitting and looking good, I'm riding big rims |
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[Hook x2] |
