| Man, I’m at the light, man
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| Niggas is mad dogging
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| I’m looking at the light, I’m looking at them niggas
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| I’m looking at the light, I’m looking at their bitches
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| I’m looking at the light, I’m looking at my shit
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| I’m thinking this shit is real
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| This shit is real
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| Yeah
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| Now tell me who wanna step to the real
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| As I’m beatin' down they block with my clip ready to trip, ugh yeah
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| Cause player haters getting chin checked quick
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| Running off, with the mouth, like the jealous groupie bitch, yo
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| I’mma jack him for his motherfucking loot
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| His house, his bitch and his motherfucking Lexus Coupé
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| Well, if you killed me you can have all that
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| But if not, don’t be surprised who that missle been launched at
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| Cause in the cell, realest they can’t get
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| Nigga, check your nuts cause you fucked, ugh yeah
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| And then it’s just like you all taking mild
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| Cause they don’t give a fuck about your bitch or your child
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| Have you all tied up in the house
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| Dynamite rip your ass with a gauge in your mouth
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| Mad as fuck, cause you’re squealing like a bitch
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| But they gonna kill everybody, before somebody snitch
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| Now, everybody’s getting hit up
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| Cause some bullshit got twisted and got messing your fuck
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| Because you cats playing dumb
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| Me and my niggas was out
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| When I was rolling in the Candy blue 'llac on whips
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| I be the player for life, ride
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| I get love from the blue and the red side
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| So lay them out all over my gun smoke
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| I never slipped when I’m rolling on my 100 Spokes, bitch
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| You got the fliest shit
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| You got air lines
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| You look so fly of, so fly of
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| Of them 100 Spokes
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| As I floss my 100 Spokes there’s no joke
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| When I bought my 100 Spokes, I bought a four five
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| Just for a nigga like the KM, to stay alive
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| Deep into the motherfuckering three, but we call it the trey
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| Built like Coloride but it’s name My Choverlet
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| Flowing and crowing what I need to
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| To get though the hood, nigga, or get to my crew
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| And meditate, and regulate, never perpetrate
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| And plot on these busters, they gets fate
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| Legit, hard, works this shit when it comes to them riders
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| My Anchor got 3 wheel, funk track provider
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| Rules to through motherfucking sounds I’m giving
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| Westcoast I know you love it and wish you can live it
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| Hear something about them 100 Spokes
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| When they be like dipping, whipping around delight women
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| Freaking all the freaky bitches when they’re like spinning
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| Above the Law giving it up
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| As I floss my 100 Spokes there’s no joke |