| Yeah, Yeah
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| One time fo yo muthafuckin mind
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| It’s the Drunken Master up in this piece
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| Representin, for you punk azz niggas
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| Bitch I’m back screamin «I don’t care»
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| Throw yo guns in the fuckin air
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| While you niggas be sippin Moet and Cristal
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| I be stickin up fools with a bloody pistol
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| Got a Glock on cock when I ride the block
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| Hot bullets leave yo ass in a state of shock
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| Most playa hated by the playa hataz I know
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| Nigga fuck yo ass and yo ugly ho
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| I could give a fuck less what coast your from
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| Cuz you can play Forrest Gump and catch the dum dums
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| Bitch, just like the last muthafucka, who crossed my path
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| Wit yo punk azz
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| When a nigga playa hates me for a bitch
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| Keep my name out yo outh wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
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| When a nigga owe me money, and I see you at the club sippin Mo
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| Gimme my loot wit yo punk azz
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| Back up on the block, ho’s suck dick
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| Niggas gettin high yellin «Dice ain’t shit»
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| Gun to ya jaw, screamin fuck the law
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| Fuck H.I.V. |
| I’m goin in raw
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| Scurvy, fuckin prostitutes like James Worthy
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| You got the nerve to serve me, biotch
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| Ya don’t know my style
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| Scurv azz nigga from 7 mile
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| Got a pistol in my pocket, and a joint in my mouth
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| I wanna bitch with an ass like a ho down south
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| I wanna get drunk, but I’m low on cash
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| So I take yo stash, wit yo punk azz
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| When you wanna smoke my weed and ain’t put 5 in
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| Back the fuck up wit yo punk azz (punk azz nigga)
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| When I’m chillin wit a bitch all day and you ain’t fuckin
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| Walk the fuck home wit yo punk azz
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| I’m only into two thangs, that’s loot and fam
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| At the crib baggin grams
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| Tryin to come up on a hundred grand
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| I got plans to be the black Bugs Moran
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| Red bones and sun tans
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| Givin me head inside the tour van
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| Once my gun jammed and I ran like the wind
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| Brave niggas die young
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| The ones that run rock the gems
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| Ride a Benz, make loot wit they friends
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| Rock beat’s and Timb’s, have sex with only fly femmes
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| So try to pretend not to see us in the clubs
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| Mad cuz they on the block still flippin dubs
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| Only show love to those truly gettin cash
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| So nigga why would you ask, wit yo punk azz?
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| Yeah, so now you niggas know, Drunken Master back in this piece representin for
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| all you bitch azz, busta azz niggas talkin all that sh! |
| t, and all you bitchez
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| that ain’t fuckin, all ya’ll can eat a dick, wit yo punk azz |