| Ugh
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| Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Richmond California
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| My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool
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| Verse 1
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| 6 deep hittin switches, thats how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint with them gold daytons side to side
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| Niggas straight fucking bumpin
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| Niggas trippin, think I’m from Compton
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| I’m from that southside of Richmond where that hang ya
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| Put you in a motherfucking 6 inch slanger
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| Lay you down, drop you to your knees, you want some chesse
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| Break me off some ends before I make your ass bleed
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| ]From your nose to your mouth up and outtie
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| Niggas talking shit cause Master P is gettin rowdy
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| Got the southside, hoop ride throwin' a 40
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| Niggas gangbangin like they straight retarded
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| Throwin up signs, Niggas in line
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| Bitches hollerin' hoo-ride, Niggas steady dying
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| I’m from the southside 23rd street
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| And my little homie Tony from the hills, may he rest in peace
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| No longer with the crew or the click
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| But to the niggas that did this shit, we gonna go thick click
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| And get them thangs and hang ya
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| Fuckin' round, keep 1 up in the chamber
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| Richmond niggas don’t play cuz we ballin'
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| And I got this thang sowed up from New Orleans
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| Coming like a southside gator
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| And when we roll on your spot, beware of the tru terminators
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| Chorus (Master P):
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| 6 deep is how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
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| 6 deep is how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
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| Verse 2
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| Well it’s Friday, I’m sideways about the highway
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| Bitchs doing it my way, got 2 for 5, everyday all day
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| Cuz I gots to get paid, gets mine in the 9, thats why I stay strapped
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| Everyday I gots to put it down, it be like that
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| I have a pocket full of stones, I gots like clock now
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| It was kinda hot outside so I had to puts the top down
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| I be like breezin' threw the East Bay
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| R-I-C-H-M-0-N to the C-A, that’s where I still be at each day
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| 6 deep is how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
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| 6 deep is how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
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| Verse 3:
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| Big Ed be puttin' it down like that, made more ass than the Hilton
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| On my way to this hoe’s house, bang that ass until its tiltin'
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| Now I’m rollin', holdin' onto a fat nickel plated 9
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| I blasted at him who trying to take mine so forget the 1 time
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| So when a brother rolls up, hold up
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| Don’t make me plug your trick ass like a donut
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| See Big Ed’s about that mint green
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| Got them hoes' fiending for this dick, like it was laced with nicotine
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| Killa pussy got 'em slippin up in the hood
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| Them Green Berets up in Richmond, I know they up to no good
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| Tried to jet me on that down low
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| I have more niggas shootin’s up your set then the feds did at Waco
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| Player haters could never stop me
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| Cuz I’m a No Limit Nigga and got more Crew then Motley
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| So if you ever try to play me like a hoe
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| I’m hanging up out the door, with the 44, nigga drive slow
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| 6 deep is how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
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| 6 deep is how us G’s ride
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| Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
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| And we up and outtie, it looks cloudy
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| Cuz yall niggas spinning daytons
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| (No Limit niggas) on your motherfuckers turf
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| (Soldier For Life, No Limit 4-Life)
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| And for all yall niggas that done sold out
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| We be keeping it real
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| Independent, black owned
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| Running our own shit
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| We drop shit anytime we want to, anytime we ready
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| How many yall niggas can say that?
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| I just might drop something tomorrow |