| I’m the coldest of the coldest, the dopest of the dopest
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| The smoothest of the smoothest and the locest of the locest
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| The whole world on point for this new joint that I just put together
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| So kindly, and you can find me on the Coast with the most, layin' high post
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| Playin' it close with a bunch of thug niggas, drug dealers
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| Project fools, C-Murder pass them tools
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| Shit I’m 'bout to make these motherfuckers get up
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| I draw the line between yours and mines and make sure you don’t get lit up
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| Hit up the motherfuckin' set when I dip
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| (Where you from?)
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| Dogg Pound motherfuckin' Gangsta Crip
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| Split wigs for a livin', everyday’s Thanksgiving
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| Motherfuck y’all rides, we slides, nigga we dippin'
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| The tank’s driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
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| Lil' Silkky, Mystikal, C, and me and Fiend
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| Nigga don’t be trippin', cause we got my lil' homie in the cut
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| That’s Soulja Slim nigga, he known for dippin', what’s up?
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| (Don't let go)
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| We love to bang bang
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| And the rap game is just like the dope game
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| The minute you forget it — forget it, you bit it
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| But them niggas know when you ain’t with it
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| That’s when they get ignant'
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| (Don't let go)
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| Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this
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| It seems it’s on, but it’s off, I keep missin' and shit
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| I’m high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed
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| Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip
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| (Don't let go)
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| Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this
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| It seems it’s on, but it’s off, I keep missin' and shit
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| I’m high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed
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| Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip, it’s hard to hang on
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| (Don't let go)…
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| (Don't let go)…
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| Check this out man —
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| I’m the hardest of the hardest, the realest of the realest
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| See but I don’t fuck with nothin' but G’s, ballers, and killers
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| So pardon my expression G
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| If yo' bitch is seen with one of my niggas in the click
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| You best believe she done ate a gangsta dick
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| And you can’t fault one of my niggas for that
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| Shit, we just a bunch of thug niggas, ex-drug dealers
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| The kind of gangsta ass niggas that your bitch love niggas
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| But don’t do that to yourself cause I’ma tell ya
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| I love to plug niggas with the slug niggas
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| Now if yo' bitch way out of line
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| And you think about steppin' to Doggy Dogg, you better take your time
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| Cause you out on a limb fuckin' with Slim
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| And you don’t even know that, cause ain’t nobody told him that
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| I need to just show him that
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| Cause I’m a pistol packin', car jackin', hoe smackin' MC
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| I don’t know why all y’all bitches is fuckin' with me
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| Fuck all my enemies, I’m chasin cheese with G’s
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| Servin' tapes and CD’s by the three’s and ki’s
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| Nigga, Biggie was large, and 2Pac was too real
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| They had homies with heat on the street and they still got killed
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| Now how the fuck did that happen?, I thought them niggas was rappin'
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| But in this real world, shit, murder keep thangs crackin'
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| Homicides, drive-by's, and kidnappin'
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| Shit, when you head up out the door, nigga don’t forget your fo'-fo'
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| Never leave home without it, shit, why dogg?
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| Cause niggas everywhere gettin' rowdy and bout it, and don’t doubt it
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| Real violence aside, just don’t forget it
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| Cause like I said, when you ain’t with it, them niggas get ignant'
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| Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this
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| It seems it’s on, but it’s off, I keep missin' and shit
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| I’m high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed
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| Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip
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| (Don't let go)
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| Life will twist ya like a twista, get twisted with this
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| It seems it’s on, but it’s off, I keep missin' and shit
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| I’m high but I try to stay focused, wide eyed
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| Lookin' dead at the chips, I blink, they dip, it’s hard to hang on
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| (Don't let go)…
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| (Don't let go)…
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| (Don't let go)… |