| Tryin' to, nigga, this motherfucker won’t start
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| Nigga, we finna get caught, nigga, bullshit
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| Come on, God damn it
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| Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this road rage
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| Fuck lookin' both ways
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| Billion miles an hour on your pavement
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| The streets is ours, the aves and boulevards
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| The fuck you know about foreign cars and
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| I pull up in shit you ain’t never seen before
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| Move, bitch
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| Buckle up the baby for this new shit
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| Sober, 'bout to risk it all except my dick and balls, uh
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| Fuck it, let’s go live, nigga, hit record, uh
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| Speedin' past fried chicken and liquor stores, uh
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| Ivadin' your turf like a conquistador, ha
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| Ain’t worrd 'bout the damages, so bill us
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| Send bandags or ambulance, can’t handle my gorillas
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| Advantages I managed to leverage and clue my connection of savages
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| That’s mannish and ready to handle business
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| Suffer a torn meniscus for fuckin' actin' pretentious (I swear)
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| Mm, better check my credentials
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| I’m stuck in a world where ligaments get ruptured on road to riches
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| In a place where they take anything but pictures
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| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this that road rage
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| Fuck lookin' both ways
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| A billion miles an hour on your pavement
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| You see, the streets is ours, the aves and boulevards
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| What the fuck you know about foreign cars and
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| I pull up in shit you ain’t never seen before
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| Move, bitch
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| Buckle up the baby for this new trip
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| Pull up in unison like hooligans, you know, by the motorcade
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| Yellin' shit out the window, this ain’t Nintendo, you niggas think it’s a game
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| Try not to cut me off on the boulevard, it could turn into Pompeii
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| In Inglewood, I’m a sergeant, plus I’m an artist, graffiti on concrete (Man,
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| man, man)
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| Si tú me entiendes, te lo digo
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| Andar en mi zona, S.O.S., no más suicidio
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| Catch hands like the runna, a tu zona son dirigidos
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| Con una llamada, llegan cohetes, vatos, y primos
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| We go billion miles per hour across your time zones
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| We made it to diamonds, came from rhinestones
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| We’ll change your climate, get your mind blown
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| A penny for your thoughts, a fair exchange
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| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this that road rage
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| Fuck lookin' both ways
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| A billion miles an hour on your pavement
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| You see, the streets is ours, the aves and boulevards
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| What the fuck you know about foreign cars and
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| I pull up in shit you ain’t never seen before
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| Move, bitch
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| Buckle up the baby for this new trip
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| Bom-bom-bom-bom
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| I’ma take a ride through the hills
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| Hop up on the 405, traffic standstill
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| Go the wrong way, I play by my rules
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| Only one way on mine
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| Switch lanes when I gotta
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| Zip up to 100 when I run up
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| Self-made in these strees
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| Road rage in these streets
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| I’m takin' up both lanes, nigga, this that road rage
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| These motherfuckers can’t drive, I swear I’m gon' chalk all them (Hahaha)
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| Baby, guess who I seen today
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| Now don’t get mad (Who?)
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| D Smoke
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| Psh, ahh, this nigga D Smoke
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| Everybody’s talkin' 'bout D Smoke
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| Who is this nigga?
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| You ain’t never heard of D Smoke?
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| Psh, man, he be fuckin', you know
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| He— first he talkin' Spanish and
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| Then he tryna lead the masses and
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| Next thing you know he with the gangsters, like
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| What is he really on?
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| You sound like a hater
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| Ayy, man, I just need that nigga to keep it real
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| Real? |
| Have you heard his music?
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| Hell nah, I don’t need to
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| I just mind my business |