| We do this for life ya dumb fucks, y’all niggaz is dumptrucks
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| The type to bitch up, and getcha eyebrows plucked
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| Mark my words loco gon’have it like Motown’s heyday
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| So dope they name us all twice like we, Pelle Pelle
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| You better be prepared to call me Bullet Loco Gorde
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| Pop my collar with none other than Earl-40
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| Square off on a square like it’s high noon, cause i’m a tycoon
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| If you fuck with Sick Wid It y’all niggaz gon’die soon
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| I can’t make a fiend do nuthin against they will
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| I just leave they eyes so yellow you see em and yield
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| WHOA -- spill the guts of the ones that’s not real
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| So when you see me nigga scream out one shot kill
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| Gotta, spot on my shoe from all the blood we spill
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| I get it even if I don’t want it nigga like free refills
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| Y’all don’t wanna give us our props, y’all niggaz gon’get dropped
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| Nigga fuck hip-hop, nigga this CRIP-hop WHAT?
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| Chorus: E-40 + Jayo Felony (repeat 2X)
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| Pimp’n why you splurgin? |
| (Cause I can)
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| Why you go up in my bitch? |
| (Nigga cause I can)
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| Why you smokin all that broccoli? |
| (Cause I can)
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| Why everybody think you rich? |
| (Nigga cause I am!)
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| Motherfucker ?? |
| grew up on the undertuckamajig
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| My destination control the block
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| Fast ass wad full of ones in my pocket
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| with a hundred dollar bill wrapped on top
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| Thirty-two shot extended clip to keep it trill when I pop
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| Durin the summer it’s Zenith’s but in the winter ride stock
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| Better believe us don’t try to play us for false
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| cause it’s not a game no way no how
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| Bullet Loco, Charlie Hustle and Major Payne nigga now
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| How you think peons try’na deallllllllll with it?
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| Fuck around and wind up gettin killllllllled with it Beotch! |
| New booty rappers get penalized, and expedited
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| Cause they don’t think about they shit, before they write it We don’t sell narcotics with the po-po problems, playboy take a look
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| We off into real estate, CD’s, millions of books
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| Used to be crooks still hang around crooks, dealers and ex-cons
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| Niggaz with Lucci from slangin that alcohol and shermon
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| Players with cake, pushin they weight, try to find the last trap
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| Transfer they bloody bread to llegal corporate scratch
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| What they want?
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| Are y’all fools ready for dis? |
| It’s for loco for sure I’ll blast
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| With Bullet Loco and 40-Water we take your life then we haul ass
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| Tall cash stacked in the basement
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| Can’t leave the house with less than a zip an a extra clip
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| Niggaz wanna know why I get down like this ain’t that a bitch?
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| You see my, life on TV cause it’s the daddy with the ?? |
| and a P Niggaz just can’t seem to get away from PD while they surrounded me and houndin me cause I ball hard, on parole in a double-R
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| Fifty to a hundred G’s and je-wels on wrists
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| Nigga we ghetto stars
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| Shit my niggaz spent G’s and push drop Bentleys
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| Remi Mark sippin, Cristal, X-O Hennesey
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| And better believe if we enemies we spray ya wit these
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| Every night at twelve have your whole motherfuckin city prayin on knees
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| and still 40-Water pass the strap and I blast, Jayo hit the gas
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| Had to tear his whole motherfuckin head off tryin to get to his stash
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| Every man they all man, quick to pull a lick out the Brougham
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| Only reason I rode down on that bitch ass nigga, is because I can! |