| I be that five hundred thirty-fiv
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| Type of nigga that’s quick to snatch yo bitch
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| In my Cadillac drop her at the first strip
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| Stay loaded off her but don’t call Griff
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| All my hollows in backwoods just for lips
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| We can kick it in the S with thousand dolla kicks
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| Young ridaz from the 5, don’t care trick
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| Suckaz call us Crestside most scandalous
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| Yeaaah, my crew rollin' with you know who
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| Can’t a nigga from the strip leave ya blue
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| Hoes cruisin' and Cuddies goin back and forth
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| You want dick in your life, bitch come to the North
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| You might find me on the Sawyer S-T
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| I get jankie off the A-V-E
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| Under the tree with the cuddie Dubee
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| Sleep Dank and Telly I see L-O-V-E
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| W-G, Young Von and Looney
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| Hoovie, Lil' J, Tic Toc and Mainey
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| Mannish, eat a pea get cabbage
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| Much love to Pug and all the niggas from the club
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| Double R, G-B's and Looies
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| What’s up, What’s up
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| Yeah Mackin Ass Mall ya know
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| Rollin with the five thirty fiv Beeyatch
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| Yeah, so Crack the heem, blaze the hollow and get lit
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| Cuz we five hundred and thirty five percent
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| Now how many ways can a playa represent
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| These Westside residents, five thirty-five percent
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| We pimp for Luciano, lead never follow
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| With hollows up in my rallow, me be quick to swallow
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| So carrots to figures, niggas perpetratin game
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| Niggas with big thangs
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| I bangs, bring the heat
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| Dirty Dub to the East
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| Game controlla', Fetti folda'
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| As I release these pieces that give you sqeezas
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| the reasons to be served
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| Niggaz all across the nation my game status be worthy
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| I’m hurtin hookers, ?ghetto jukers? |
| in every aspect
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| Ain’t nothin' to it, we move units down to the last deck
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| We definitely shy, mobbin out the gates, hoggin is a trait
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| And we fly state to state
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| Holla' 53 fifths
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| To the hookers in? |
| jiffs?
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| Life’s fo sheezy
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| I’m with my five three feezy
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| We down to five hundred thirty-five percent
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| Universally representin' soft shit
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| So crack the heem, blaze the hollow and get lit
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| Representin' five hundred thirty-five percent
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| Yeah uh, guess who’s back in the mothafuckin' house
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| Game stackin', Sleep Dank the «Total Package»
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| We hit the scenery blazin' hollow gettin' lit
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| Representin' five hundred thirty-five percent
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| My niggas airtight, poppin' at the clubs so now it’s on
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| Wit my niggas Lil' Dangerous and Mr. Cardo
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| So baby round up your crew, drinks is on me
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| We can heavy conversate, tanqueray, hennessey
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| I heard your click was bomb shit
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| It’s all good cuz the niggas that I talk with
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| For surely soft shit
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| My cuddie Sugawolf Pimp bangin' at yo' spot
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| My nigga Young Short, he got the dance floor locked
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| Forever doin' this universally, after parties being thrown
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| Tr&s hit the spot like national emergencies
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| What’s your status, hide your bread, oh you ain’t able?
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| Oh you ain’t stable?
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| You gotsta bounce on my nigga’s table
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| Cuz it’s all about the bill ya’ll
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| Cuz it’s all about the dolla' dolla' bill ya’ll |