| When I was fifteen years old
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| Straight dope game I was told
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| I went from, selling pennies of the riders dank-ah (riders dank-ah)
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| Timin ass think of slangin crank (think of slangin griqua)
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| Situation critical: phone home, phone home
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| Talkin on my digital: call phone
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| Ya seen a boatload of situations, for dangleations
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| Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
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| Boy I tell you shit is pitiful, damn!
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| Vocally repentable, dead right!
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| I try to stay away from artificial (artificial)
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| Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin individuals
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| (Fuckah!!)
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Cause things is changin and rearrangin
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| Exercise yo game main
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| Just use yo' brain main don’t run the same game
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that cash
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| But you gotta make it last!
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| Verse Two: Coolio
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| One lone loco rides away
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| Into the sunset but, I ain’t done yet
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| Respect yourself and wear your vest
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| Keep your guard up cause fools be hard up
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| When you hittin dips better check yo' clips and
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| Watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips
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| Anyway you choose got ta pay your dues
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| Keep one in the chamber cause the shoes always loose
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| Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday
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| Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo
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| Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes
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| And sippin yak and smokin dank and tellin jokes, haha
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| Pa-pap, pa-pap *gunshot sound accompanies*, fool you can have that
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| I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime
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| No pain no gain no pocket change
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| Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Make your money grow don’t you be no ho low
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' cash
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines
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| Have heart have money man, have heart have money man -- YAKNOW!
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| Verse Three: KAM
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| I got next you wanna run with me homey (yeap)
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| Well I don’t need playas in the paint who cain’t do nuttin fo' me
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| Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (yeah)
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| I’m West coast Eastside East hood slum gangsta rappin
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| Niggas say you want to be affiliated (yeah)
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| Well let me warn you: I’m the kind of playa that’s really hated
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| I’m rated X like Malcolm
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| E-40, Coolio, and KAM -- sprinkle game like talcum
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| You want to make money in the game well let me show you
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| How to do for self cause ain’t nobody gon' do this for you
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| Oh you caught like lint; |
| if you waitin on the mystery God
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| Cause ain’t nobody gonna give you shit
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| You gotsta get up, off yo' ass
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| And put yourself in heaven on Earth, before you pass
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| And exercise yo' game -- exercise yo' game fool
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| Verse Four: 40 Thevz
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| Peep game from a young ass, rollin on the one way
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| Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash
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| Monday through Sunday and all in-between
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| I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green
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| Ain’t no busters or no suckers on my team or in my mattress
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| Just call me the Pimp
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| And you can call me the Rat
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| Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain’t no lookin back
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| I’m on a mission tryin to put my fuckin click on the map
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| But these niggas don’t know the half
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| Runnin with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass
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| Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic
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| I exercised my game until I had my game perfected
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| I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record
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| You better check it nigga don’t you every disrespect it
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| Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game
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| Exercise yo' game
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| Have heart have money main, have heart have money man, YAKNOW!
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Make your money grow don’t you be no ho low
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| Fertilize your grass, playa get that cash and
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| Exercise yo' game main
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| But you gotta make it last (make it last)!!!
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| All day erytime
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| Yeah
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| E-40 and tha motherfuckin Click
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| That’s right
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| PMD
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| Yeah
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| Crowbar, Barr 9
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| Uh-huh
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| 40 Thevz
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| That’s right
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| Erytime, motherfucka
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| In that ass
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| like Bugsy
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| Yeah
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| De massive
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| Uh-huh
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| We don’t stop
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| My nigga Kam
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| We don’t quit
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| God damn!
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| Fuck a motherfucka -- we on hit, the Bay to L. Aaaaaaaaaii
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| Slide
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| Motherfucka display
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| All the way to Compton
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| Yo' game orientate in situations
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| Niggas dump all on my Clickalications, I’m pervin
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| Oh yeah
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| Erytime motherfucka
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| Sho' we do -- don’t let us in we breakin in fool
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| This is what I do
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| Yeah -- E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz -- my nigga Kam, god damn
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| Yeah, Barr 9 in the house |