| What you talkin' bout? |
| Nigga get your gats
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| Do niggas know you? |
| I’mma check your stacks
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| We can do whatever, nigga I’ve been around
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| I ain’t been up to shit, I rolls from the underground
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| Look at the sun, man I see it comin'
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| I feel like I’m there, got my whole block runnin'
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| If I get hit, or get caught up with this
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| You’ll get blowed the fuck down talkin' all that shit
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| One less nigga gone, got me a chrome
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| I’ll do-low your man, fuckin' let the nina blam
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| I feel like some gats, flyin' just like a bat
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| Demonstrate it how you want it like that
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| I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip
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| (The worst thing that you can do is start bumpin' your lips)
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| I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip
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| (You can’t even look at me crazy, look at me crazy)
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| (What's up?!) I see they talkin' loud
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| But see they love to yap
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| I hesitate, NO! |
| — put 'em on they back
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| You see we live forever, Big Tookie put it down
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| That’s how we represent it, for life the Dogg Pound
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| Pistol packin' guns, my little homies gunnin'
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| We rat-a-tat at them, I got them niggas runnin'
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| If I get attacked, I give 'em no slack
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| I make sure all them niggas get some payback
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| Best believe it’s on, guess who rule the throne
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| I’m in command, kill every nigga where they stand
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| I peel they caps back, I dust 'em *bat-baddat*
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| You hear that sound nigga? |
| (click-clack, click-clack)
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| I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip
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| (The worst thing that you can do is start bumpin' your lips)
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| I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip
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| (You can’t even look at me crazy, look at me crazy) |