| My paint be drippin wet I’m clean as Clorox
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| And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
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| And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
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| 1st Verse (E-40)
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| The reason my roofs bald headed convertible top
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| What use use a old school if it aint a drop
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| I got a zap of rock and a 5th of Ciroc
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| Teflon burner gloves don’t get molly wooped
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| She likin on me She lovin what she see
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| A big nigga with style S.W.A.G.
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| Every since a child had G.A.M.E.
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| Backwards ass smile bet not fuck with me
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| Electric dash electric glass electric everything
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| Highly carberated dual exhaust camillion bugger green
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| Fresh back from the car wash
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| Fresh back from a bathe
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| When the sun hits my paint it turns a different shade
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| I aint got time to be bullshittin I got money on my agenda
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| I’ve been gettin bread since I came out the placenta
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| Sevas in the summer time Rallies in the winter
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| Side wood light skin big booty tender
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| Hook
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| My paint be drippin wet I’m clean as Clorox
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| And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
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| And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
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| 2nd Verse (B-Legit)
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| I keep them bands on deck
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| My mans on a jet
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| Some soft up on the block
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| In a duce cutty drop
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| I remember when I copped back in '88
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| I sat em on some straights
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| Filled the trunk with fosgates
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| And since I’m movin weight
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| You know I counldn’t wait
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| Brought that motor out the crate
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| Then I taught it how to skate
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| We turnin figure eights
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| Half and whole cakes
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| We take em on a chase
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| We aint tryin to take the case
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| Bitches know I’m fly got that vocal tone
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| And when they see me they be askin what I’m smokin on
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| I tell em cookies bitch you know I got that provolone
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| And you can call me on the under on my Iphone
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| You see me insides you know I keeps em stocked
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| And when I leave the block everybody stop and watch
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| You never know you might catch a sideshow
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| I lay that back down And then I drive slow
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| Hook
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| My paint be drippin wet I’m clean as Clorox
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| And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
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| And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2)
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| 3rd Verse (Richie Rich)
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| Bitch this aint my Bentley
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| This my seven duce
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| Tv deg w sevens press that big ole zeus
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| Matter fact I got a pair of those for dummies that means 2
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| My shit is clean as fuck but when I brought it it was through
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| I took it off the frame
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| Bitch this not a game
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| Got motor new suspension brand new everythang
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| Candy orange outside guts cocaine
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| Rims hella chromey see my face and my chain
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| New shoes on it
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| 22s homie
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| And I would leave that bitch at home if I was you homie
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| Cause I’ma swing it sideways
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| And slap to the trap
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| Off Patron and a zone with the zap on my lap
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| Change my flow up Fasho but never fuck the dough up
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| In the city where prices go down but never go up
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| Niggas see the Cutlass and they know it’s the Double
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| Flossin on that ass know you know you in trouble
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| Hook
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| My paint be drippin wet I’m clean as Clorox
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| And you can hear my beat for like 3 or 4 blocks
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| And when I hit the corner all the girls gone be jockin my Cutlass Cutlass (x2) |