| Blowin like a fan, keep some shooters
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| Blowin like a fan, put Breezy on yo ass
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| Slide the doors, blowin out the van
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| Bronem off the xans
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| Keep my pipe, keep one in the head
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| Laughin at shit dead
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| Catch him lackin, we gon' kill his ass
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| Blowin like a fan, you a lame and yo bitch a fan
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| She’ll a blow some
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| Gave me brain
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| Her lil stupid ass
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| I don’t understand
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| Niggas fake
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| They merch on they mans
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| LA gang bitch red tape and some ambulance
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| For Lil Boo we gon' slide
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| And free my lil bro nine
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| We ain’t out hea man they lyin
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| I know it’s always been my time
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| Dotarachi I can’t change
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| And I won’t drop a dime
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| We really in the streets
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| No we don’t let em lie
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| Steve drive I don’t honor the shit
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| Real 600 shit
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| Load a hundred clips
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| Then we slide on young money shit
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| Niggas talk they just run they lips
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| Boy we run this shit
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| LA gang bitch I’m Baldy World
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| Fuck that other shit
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| Pull up choppin' shit like fans
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| 600 we the clan
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| Doors slide back on them vans
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| You’ll get yo ass blamed
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| 2 pipes, Yosemite Sam
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| It’s Breezo I’m the man
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| Slidin get up out that jam |
| Bullets chuncky like spam
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| Plus they dumpin out the can
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| You gettin what I’m sayin
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| If a nigga say he don’t let em know it ain’t a joke
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| You’ll get yo ass smoked
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| Stand over you with the sauce
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| Pull that hoe until you croak
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| Turned that nigga to a ghost
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| Bitch we strapped out got the mac out
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| We’ll have bite down shoot your back out
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| Six O we got them pipes out
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| We gon show a nigga what is life bout
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| But niggas better take the nice route
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| Cause this shit here is rough
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| You’ll get yo life fucked
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| Niggas don’t like us
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| So we keep them pipes tucked
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| These niggas know what’s up
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| This poppa leave him stuck
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| Shotty lift a nigga up
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| And I don’t really give a fuck
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| Bitch I’m LA Gang’d up
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| Pussy keep your chains tucked
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| Or your life in danger |