| I’m from the land of the lost, where the cost just to live is high enough to go
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| get these bitch niggas killed
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| I’m high enough to go 'head and shit on 'em, on a ride enough to show you how
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| niggas don’t go 'cause I’m strapped
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| Ride through the Sac', know I got .40 and know I got MAC
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| One in my lap, I got one on the seat, fuck niggas know that it ain’t out of
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| reach
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| Got your crew with me, bool with me, they don’t know what to do with me
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| Know my lungs is polluted, shootin' what’s movin', uh
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| Crime scene bandit, I’m high strung, sippin' a dirty Fanta
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| On your block, someone you just can’t handle
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| Pimpin' bitches on the daily, pullin' up on her like
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| «Baby, I don’t wanna hear you mouth, but would you pay me in the-»
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| Back of the room, know I ain’t chasin' no bitch, only run after the sack
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| Chopper’s a broom, sweepin' up all of the streets, all of you pussies, get back
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| What do you know, Dolla, he came with the heat, just like he said he would do
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| Stackin' up dough, fuck everybody you know, hit every singer that’s lit,
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| I’m ridin'
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| Swervin' through the streets and I’m ridin' on a pussy
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| Thinkin' that he got the only heat up in the world
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| Chasin' after diamonds and pearls, I’ll probably end up fuckin' your girl
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| It’s Dolla |