| I’m from the era of Ronald Reagan
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| And from my dress code and my style tyga yea you know what im slangin'
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| Valentine heart shooter
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| Pinky nail for real and can’t ya tell ain’t nobody cuter
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| A pitbull terrier carries in ya area
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| And he really ain’t sharin ya
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| Add a two door straight pirrhana
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| I keep it sparked like a rear end six-four of an impalla
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| Skinny baby done dollar
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| And when I rip theese raps to gat ya back it ain’t no prada
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| Nicky is a matador
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| Yo whatchu give it for
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| Its like rain when the money pour
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| Hey a pitbull terrier carries in ya area
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| And he really ain’t sharin ya
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| I keep it dark as darth vader
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| I keep it cold as cream to make ya gleam with thirty one flavors
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| Three bullets just grazed ya
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| And I can’t believe we smokin weed the streets done raised ya
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| It was the ultimate caper
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| And as the year pass I fear we talk about paper
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| Pitbull terrier carries in ya area
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| And he really ain’t sharin ya
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| Ya see I step through whats up to all my nephews
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| I’m leavin' the suckas to super heros for the rescue
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| And every attitude in the grill like respect do we crept through
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| Its been a long time we shouldn’t have left you
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| Ima locate ya spot ima go steak the block
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| Its nation wide knowin ima rotate the clock
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| Around timing rebudle and make it seem so drastic
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| Visual havin feel its no longer lasting
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| Start the rhyme shootin computin with many brains
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| No time for tootn' make a comback like eddy caine
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| Never cross game or point with steady aim
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| I put it so simple in the crookedest way
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| Ima brain wave, over-take, maintain, no mistake
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| Dont give a fuck I ain’t gonna wait
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| Knowin theres more to make
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| Its weaker when you know when its right
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| I hold the mic with confidence like rollin the dice
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| Sometimes im lucky as luciano
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| And I collect little things like ships thats made in the bottle
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| Block monster ass steak
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| Butterflys surround my waiste I shake but still beat the case
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| Laid out like a bear rug
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| Beacause the way I sqeeze to make this cheese is somthin like a bear hug
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| Man I ain’t never met a fair thug
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| Baby you with me or not cause you know I dont share love
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| I kick back in the twilight
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| Man thats the wicked little brother of the thang we call the limelite
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| I switch lanes in the fast life
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| And this psycic said I was king tut in my past life
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| I looked at her like «thats right» yeah
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| Respect the law the star born to break the law
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| Machine gun alibi, its like a lullaby
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| We smoke weed and we dont cry
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| Hey! |
| a pitbull terrier carries in ya area
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| And he really ain’t sharin ya… |