| Your way from Norway to Cali
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| This is how we play, you say ey, ey, ey
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| D-O-Dub get big love Atomic Dog
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| When I come through I gang bang on all ya’ll
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| Blue rag in my pocket, green leaves in my lungs now
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| I’m buzz now floating, coasting, just left roasting
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| Glass is toasting, ocean
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| Slow motion, speed it up
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| Baby want me to come and beat it up
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| Why must I chase the cat
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| Cause I’m a west coast gangsta mack
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| Tha-ra-ra-ra-that
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| You can trust and we don’t fuss
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| We take our time to make it up and break it up
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| And put it in a blunt wrap
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| Ralph Myerz make the beat that bump like that
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| Yeah you hear that music it’s the bomb
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| The bomb keep funkin ya’ll
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| And off we go, into the projects and the moon
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| Yeah, you know the songs they sing, yeah
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| Now I’m smoking on some overseas Dizzy Town shit
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| Kush weed, politicing trying to make my plans stick
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| Push me, too close to the edge I’ll smash
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| I ain’t that nigga thinking he getting a couple dollars to switch
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| I ain’t your role model, I ain’t on no positive shit
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| I’m on some by any means a nigga got to get rich
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| Ski mask schemes, my teams only logic is this
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| It’s only one way up to go and that’s up out of this shit
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| Could you believe they didn’t see that I was the shit
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| Niggas slept I woke up like an alarm at the 6
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| Look I’m a hustler you could tell just by the cars that I dip
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| Extra features, fully loaded like the broads that I flip
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| It’s not a bar that I’ma spit that’s not apart of my script
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| You eyewitness ass niggas get arrested and snitch
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| Take you niggas looking at me like a lick you can hit
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| Tell you about the last nigga but he resting in peace
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| Yeah you hear that music it’s the bomb
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| The bomb keep funkin ya’ll
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| Yeah funkin ya’ll
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| Yeah baby, woof
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| This what I call East and West at it’s best
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| I suggest you show gratitude
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| Stepping up with that it don’t even matter mood
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| Quoting what I said, repping New Rich till I’m dead
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| We been chasing mad bread
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| Call it paper with an attitude
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| Yank fitted, brim low, 501 Timbo’s
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| INI crewneck, I make this look simple
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| BK is all me, my niggas state it for me
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| We got heads nodding from Long Beach to Canarsie
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| Canarsie to Soundview we’re that known
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| The backbone to New Rich where the cash grow
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| Slow it up to speed it up with a fast flow
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| Painting a pic, didn’t I tell you we are Van Gogh?
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| Oh, I got my crew all in it
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| Sipping on Merlot what a few call living
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| But still on the grind dog you are slipping
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| A true boss vision would just call Clinton
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| Oh, ow here we go to another Millenium
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| Yeah funking ya’ll, just recorded in your stereo’s stinking
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| I catch myself thinking
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| About getting it hot, topping the charts
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| They bite so much I need a tetanus shot, woof
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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| (When you do the damn thang, do-wa-b all night)
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