| Niggas pistol-poppin' like it's 1999
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| I was nine, maybe ten, then again, never mind
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| Press rewind, back in time
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| Before rappers droppin' dimes
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| Trap or die, choppin' pies
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| With clichés all in they rhymes
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| Now it's Gucci, Prada and anything designer
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| Money, power, the whole enchilada
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| Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava
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| They serve you to your flocka
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| If you disrespect that blocka, blocka
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| Choppas on eavesdroppers
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| Fuck these choppas, I’m about it
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| Grindin' like 2Pac or Biggie Poppa
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| Yeah, you outer, but I’m hotter
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| Car jackin', pistol-packin'
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| Mothafuckin' choppers clappin'
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| Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head-on traffic
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| Fenders smashin', windows crashin'
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| Pants saggin', fuck your fashion
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| Yeah, a nigga run Manhattan
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| Back in Cali's where it happen
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| They fit Gucci, Escada and anything designer
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| Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
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| It was probably the robbers
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| The goons and the goblins
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| They hatin' a lot, medulla oblongata
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| From New York to San Andreas
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| And all around the world
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| Going back to Cali
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| Yeah, yeah, going back to Cali
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| New York to San Andreas
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| I'm screaming, "Fuck the world!"
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| I'm going back to Cali
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| Yeah, yeah, going back to Cali, uh
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| Nigga, what’s brackin'?
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| I’m really out here boolin' on the West Side, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| West, you know what I mean?
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| Yeah, just seen a Camino, know what I mean?
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| Just bein' careful out here
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| Lookin' out for the enemies
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| Cuz, you already know how we get down, cuz
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| Fuck killin' these, cuz, I’m on the set, cuz
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| We killin' everything, anything movin'
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| Shit, I’m shootin' at niggas on the sight, cuz
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| You already know, yeah
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| I’ve caught you slippin', y'all can be back, nigga
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| He ain’t copped that, fuck that, Blood
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| Niggas slippin' on the cuz, cuz
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| I had to make that happen with this solo
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| Maserati, like Atari
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| With no car keys, push to start it
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| New Bugatti, two Bugattis
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| Testarossa, blue Ferrari
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| Lamborghini, system bumpin'
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| Me no worried; |
| Rastafari
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| This the hardest, supersonic
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| Systematic, too retarded
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| New Versace, new apartment
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| Bigger closet, newer carpet
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| Hit departments, cooler garments
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| Set my goal up, new accomplish
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| Shootin' targets, you the target
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| Movin' targets, new accomplice
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| Killed the game and still regardless
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| Beat the charges, do the honors |