| East side on mine, just like every time
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| Seven lowriders outside in a line, ayy
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| Ferrari engine leave the whole fuckin' block tremblin'
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| Screen door off the hinges pull the rawest bitches
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| I keep it real with my real niggas, duck snitches
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| I’ve never been able to trust bitches
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| Used to envision pullin' up in 'em and then I really did it
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| I never gave in to no sucka gimmicks
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| I came up nothin' to somethin', really
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| It’s like watchin' Rocky joggin' through the streets of New Orleans instead of
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| Philly
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| Drivin' foreigns the American dream, I’m in the city
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| And the car cost half a million, then it’s probably for me
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| No tint on the windows, everybody can see
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| I’ma drop the top, bitches, like forty degrees
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| I got a mink in the trunk, get it out for me, please
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| Ferrari engines leave the whole fuckin' block tremblin'
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| Ferrari engines leave the whole fuckin' block tremblin'
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| Ferrari engines leave the whole fuckin' block—
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| Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby
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| Smoke weed in it
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| Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby
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| Smoke weed in it, yeah, yeah
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| Jet Life, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah-yeah
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| Yeah, Jet Life, Jet Life
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| Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah-yeah, yeah
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| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da |