| Ain’t no way in hell I can sit back
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| I see these lil' niggas on the drip jack
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| Forgiatto clique, we don’t like you niggas
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| Paparazzi here, taking lots of pictures
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| Broke boy, broke boy, gotta try harder
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| Diamonds on my chain, boy this real water
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| I might blow your spot up like Osama
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| In Leimert Park, I call Dom up
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| Be careful where you at, that’s a jack, boy
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| Louis 13th with the pack, boy
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| Niggas try to block me like a goalie
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| I’m drivin' like I never heard of police
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| Lately I been really into cooler shit
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| Hit-Boy got the crib with the pool and shit
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| I shouldn’t have to break down the law
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| Never tell them boys, what you saw
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| Ooh, Jay 305, ooh, make room (Skrt)
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| I’m doin' a 100 damn Crenshaw, thank you
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| Prada on the pedal, what that thang do?
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| Westside money, come and pay dues
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| Fuck peace, mother fuck the police
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| Last five years gettin' no sleep
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| Bang, bang, I told you niggas
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| I don’t really fuck with you niggas
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| Last time I checked y’all was dick ridin'
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| What’s wrong with you niggas?
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| No, who raised you?
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| Sons, I made you
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| Headshots on headshots
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| Had 'em spinnin' out like maple
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| If they pull us over, put this in your bra
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| No sir, you can’t search my car
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| I’m above the law
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| Bitch, I don’t talk to y’all
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| Bitch
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| I shouldn’t have to break down the law
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| Never tell 'em boys, what you saw
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| Niggas tryna block me like a goalie
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| I’m drivin' like I never heard of police |