| We gettin' paper on this one…"Aoooowww"
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| Underground niggas gettin' money
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| «The good life»…and ya dont stop
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| «Aoooowww»
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| Ay yo we first class
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| Vergin' splurgin' mergin' with professionals
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| Soul food fanatics all be strung out on my vegetables
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| Mic merchants meditate on it til it’s visual
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| To what I believe in even if the situation’s critical
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| We chop slang like equipment
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| So here’s another shipment, a dosage of atomic liquids
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| We live the good life similar to the way we always come thru
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| Fresh fitted like we did it and we wake up when we want to
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| Always hungry for the work we get
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| Filter the scheme out for the cream
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| Like ain’t a such thang like strikin' it rich
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| Connectin' big checks
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| Back in the days we used to do the disco
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| Now we highly recognized thru representin' L.A. to Frisco
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| It’s Cali Agents, we came to bost ya high
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| Some days for nothin' you can catch me rockin' suits and ties
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| Fresh off the global tour I’m on retour
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| Rippin' tracks until it’s triple plat
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| Than it’s back to the hood to make sure I’m supprorted
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| «The good life», We keep livin' it y’all, we keep livin (what)
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| «Aoooowww» We keep livin' it y’all
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| We stay tight, you goddamn right
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| You know how we do, we keep livin'
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| I want the exact same shit they got
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| But I’ma get mines a whole 'nother way
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| A million dollar pay day
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| Door to door, got ya back hittin' the floor
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| The service got this whole spot nervous
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| I know you heard this, it ain’t a thang
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| I’m rollin' in the '99 Sting that’s red and cost a whole lotta bread
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| White gold to flash, hand to the crotch
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| Get down town and cop a cold ass watch *brrr*
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| No ice banks I don’t flash my cash
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| I go to the bank and put it on with the stash
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| We mash dipped in fresh gear all year
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| And I think back to when it wasn’t all here
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| Five thousand chips a song
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| Don’t come at Rasco long and switch man
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| I’m tryin' to get rich
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| Two c notes from quotes just won’t flow (nigga)
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| I can’t be broke, you had too much to smoke (nigga)
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| I sit back and take head to the chair there near
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| Go home break out the pad and the beer
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| From beginning to end, in the game to win
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| Watch niggas get funny when they money is thin
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| Keep mines thick, you can eat a fat dick fo' sho'
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| You better show up with all my dough
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| Still servin' the pipe, earn yo stripes
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| And maybe you cats can start livin'
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| This ain’t yo ordinary cuz we felt this
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| Zonin' for the come up when the guns are pointed at you offa hennessey and
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| roaches
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| Nigga said that I was selfish
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| Cuz I went from what was destined to take place
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| My scratch match and runnin' out with big faces
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| Later haters dictate, CA the sound
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| No time to clown around, thousand the first to spit it on your mixtape
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| Passion dank, cash on the blank
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| Wild whip cross to blow shit, laughin' on the way to the bank
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| I seen it comin' as a youngin though
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| Mentally possessed for the limelight
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| Cali Agents bout to up the ??? |
| in mo'
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| Don’t try to act like you ain’t heard about us
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| We on some HipHop shit, underground
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| But whether not this thick ya know
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| My lyrical formats is phatter than the average
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| I battle like a savage, maniac microphone technician
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| We stay tight, you goddamn right
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| You know how we do, we keep livin'
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| Yo, I spit it from the lips for chips
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| I break legs and hips to get it all thru the contract starve
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| Even the cats that advise wanna capitalize
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| I’ma show you how the black man rise
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| See we do things that other cats can’t do
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| The simplest shit like how to spit the 1 2
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| Now you watch Ras' and Planet As' get bait
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| And this here song is like the best shit made
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| Gray day pop off the choice, my loud voice
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| We spit so much we need a whole crowd moist
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| Now watch how we catch the whole damn batch
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| And we stay underground to earn that scratch
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| Don’t be mad cuz your career went bad
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| You niggas should give it up and wave that flag
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| I know that I brag but yo somebody should
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| When I make cash I spend it all in the hood
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| I wish a nigga would try to hold my check
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| I’d hit him with blows and lay his back on the deck
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| Still servin' the pipe, earn yo stripes
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| And maybe you cats can start livin'
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| Y’knowI’msayin'…the good life
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| Underground cats makin' good dough
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| Rasco… Planet Asia… Cali Agents
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| West Coast’s finest… welcome to
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| Need to get this paper y’knowI’msayin'
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| Capitalizin' and all that |