| Aw, yeah
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| It’s that nigga E-S-motherfucking-Gizzy
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| And it’s going down, once again in this bitch
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| We’re still «Swangin' And Bangin'» on them mark-ass busters
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| But they don’t know what time it is
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| Damn man, nigga so motherfucking high in this bitch
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| I might can’t even rap, man
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| Damn, a nigga gonna stutter or something, man
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| Fuck this shit, but um
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| All the real motherfucking G’s
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| Just come on and take a little trip with the E to the S to the motherfucking G
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| Cause we’re gonna do it like this, bitches
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| Come take a trip with E as I glide and I slide
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| Boun-boun-boun-bounce as I flip in my ride
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| Now, the blunts get bust open as I break down that skunk
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| Bump-bump-bump-bump is the sound in my trunk
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| I got you all feeling good, you’re bobbing your head
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| Rat-tat-tat-tat, dumb nigga, are you dead?
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| Cause it’s one for the money, two for the hoes
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| And you got to be real to feel the fucking flow
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| So, bitches, bend over, now raise up your skirt
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| Scr-scr-scr-scream if that dick hurt
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| Now, I gots to hit it good, you know I can’t stop
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| Pop-pop-pop-pop goes the sound of that twat
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| As I walked outside, just stood up on the curb and
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| Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp goes the alarm in my Suburban
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| Now I hops in, the Glocks in, it’s time for me to flip
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| When I st-st-st-stutter, I’m high on that dip
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| But you know what, I makes that real with my mouth
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| Come on as we sail through the South
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| Really though, nigga, see I’m a pimp, ho
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| But y’all just chiz-ill, it ain’t nothing but the intro
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| Fool |