| Yeah, I’m into finer things, I’m into buying things
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| And I don’t mean just to so I can say that I’m a Cali king
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| I got my on, Nike’s on, feeling like I’m right at home
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| Colder than the ice up in my styrofoam
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| I know the feds want my iPhone
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| But I’mma grind untill they throw me and that iron hole
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| And when I get out I’mma get it tenfold
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| And when I get it I’mma kick it in the door
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| And everything life has to offer
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| But life is cheap so it’ll cost you
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| I got some skeletons in my closet
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| Some motherfuckers tried to rob me now they in a
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| That’s a message if you’re plotting
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| Conscious, my revolver
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| I got some hungry ass lawyers
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| The type it take to build a case and beat the shit for you
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| Smoking in the Bay so Jackie give me the K
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| Funny thing, I was a jacker back in the day
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| Run up in the spot with the trey pound
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| Everybody lay down
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| We got it cheap, 20 for the K now
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| I don’t give a damn if your man wrong
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| Told you that if your mans strong
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| Eating roasted crab out in
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| Try to open your eyes in a sandstorm
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| That’s like seeing ghost, loading guns and coke
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| I’ll shoot you and take your herb cause I need to smoke
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| I’m a gangster 'til I die cause I took the oath
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| Tell Blanco, homie, go on the console
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| Roll the cookies up, show them niggas how the dons roll
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| Drinking 'till your minds blown
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| Spending money, having fun, so the time’s flown
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| If you ain’t got no money get your grind on
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| And I don’t need diamonds to keep the shine on
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| As I get blowed smoking Keisha Cole
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| Unravel that pack of weight, twist 'em like a pita roll
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| Dope prices for me to know, for you to buy
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| I supply 'em, distrubute
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| Bills to the sky, gotta get this loot
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| Summertime ride, gotta get that coupe
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| brew
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| Skimask on
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| Came for the money and the ice, if you play with you life
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| Motherfucker, you could lose that too
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| Yeah, nigga you could lose that shoe
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| Got a clean '82 all blue
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| And I put it on bold
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| The hustling and the pimping hoes, man, that’s all I do
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| All I want is dope and weed
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| Shoot my niggas out to Vegas, let’s go blow some cheese
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| Hoes gone play that hokey pokey up that sour dough
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| We past AM, they dusting cocaine up their nose
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| My nigga, all I ever wanted was some dope and weed
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| I’mma sold my strip up, pick a bad bitch up and go blow some cheese
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| She pop up that pussy as I sit back and smoking platinum kush
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| That’s how I play it, it’s amazing where this game she took it
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| Police shook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cruising USA , by - The Jacka. Song from the album Game Over EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп