| Ridin on Benz sippin on a daily basis
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| Quick to hop out on your block and wreck faces
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| Standin slanted' open spaces looking good and standin tall,
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| Beat Down ya block knockin pictures yo wall
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| Man, I come around your block turnin heads and ridin slow
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| with a pocket full of money but i gots to get mo standin grain my body swang as i swoop from lane to lane
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| to be seen without bang is like a piece without a chain
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| jock me, knock me, but that kind of stuff don’t stop me,
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| since i’ve wanna be a balla got the world wanna watch me,
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| don’t hate just wait for me to skate down ya street
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| bald out smoke a sweet with benjamin franklins on my feet
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| ball fade hit em with shades never afros and braids,
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| we stackin can of raid cause all roaches getting sprayed
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| not cappin just a reala still making playa choices,
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| show da gat, show da horses, hear my name in different voices,
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| Juiced up and toed down on my flip makin my rounds,
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| smellin' like a pound drippin finna paint to tires,
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| makin way how I play leanin' hard unless you doze
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| Hopped up huggin Lo’s,
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| with mansion floors and starchy clothes.
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| Man, dats da Garden for real flippin' lexus to Seil
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| Mashin 90 on the feeder
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| with a dark senorita
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| and some long haired Italian,
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| piece and chain medalion,
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| my currency increasin, I’m droppin 50 on they gallon,
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| i gots to come froze, but they all say I’m cold
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| flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold,
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| I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek,
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| Flex tatted on my arm, Hieroglyphics maybe Greek
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| Never brag never boast, fly’n coast to coast
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| on da Plane sip da drank
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| eat’n scrambled eggs and toast
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| Chingale my padre, bought a Lexus for my madre
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| We in a bubble lense smoking swishas on the highway
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| parking on the sand, jumping up outta the van
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| Bezentine around my neck diamonds glissenin on my hand
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| watch us spin heads with my cranberry red
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| remote controlled vcr stretch burbon with beds
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| double stretch limosuine
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| twanky inch bezentine.
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| i live my life upon a hustla could it all be a dream,
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| Exotic beaches and pieces, white tigers on leashes
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| Me and Shane on the way to the lake, the crush Lexus increases
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| in this game on a mission
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| Blainted up expedition,
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| you ain’t gotta be all in my face
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| I blind you hoes from a distance,
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| chandeliers in my den,
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| blowin' smoke in the wind
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| you can catch me in a 600 or a big body benz. |