| In and out, in and out
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| Lift your arm, lift your arm
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| In a circle, in a circle
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| Swang out, hang out, bang out
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| Show these motherf*ckers right where you from
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| Coolest of the cool, I’m the god damn man
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| Heater so hot need a god damn fan
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| Everybody want gangsta, s*ckas don’t live it
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| Til' they talkin' through that glass like 'see you in a minute'
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| That’s not the Bigg Boss Dogg
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| I’ve been in it since a youngin', I’m a Eastside hogg
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| 21st Street ridin', Rollin' with my partners
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| Hat to the back in a rag spillin' vodka
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| Stompin' through the city in my big blue Chuck’s
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| Lil' homies on the corner not givin' a f*ck
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| So I chunked up the set like what’s happenin' with you
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| Shit I just do what I do, I’m just stackin' it too
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| Is what he said to a loc as I dipped on out
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| Or as we say on the Eastside, you Cripped on out
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| See the sunshine and palm trees, livin' it up
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| Don’t forget the block boys givin' it up
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| Where you from loc?
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| (Sets Up!) Chest out
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| In and out, in and out
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| Lift your arm, lift your arm
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| In a circle, in a circle
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| Swang out, hang out, bang out
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| Show these motherf*ckers right where you from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| For the rules of the game, represent your shit
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| Flag around the steering collar makin 'em sick
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| Shoot, the L.B. |
| made me, gangbang for real
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| If ya made it through the '80s I’m a product of the shady
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| Snoop D-O-doub', it’s what I does
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| I’m worldwide love, the homies is like cuz
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| Stuck to the script and kept claimin' the team
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| They love it when I chunk it on the TV screen
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| Like a, Boss would do, how the f*ck could you
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| deny my gangsta, haters in my rearview
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| All around the world they respectin' a G
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| Overseas they respectin' the C, that’s on me
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| I did it like I did it mayne
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| Uh, if you ain’t did it you ain’t did a thang
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| Uh, you come through you better holler at me
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| You need beats you better holler at P
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| Now put your sets up
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| (Sets Up!) Chest out
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| In and out, in and out
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| Lift your arm, lift your arm
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| In a circle, in a circle
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| Swang out, hang out, bang out
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| Show these motherf*ckers right where you from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Show me where you’re from |