| Y’all can’t deny it, I’mma fuckin' rider
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Got scales in the trunk with me
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| Switching lanes, do a buck with me
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| Y’all can’t deny it, I’mma fucking rider
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| You don’t wanna bang with me
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| And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
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| Niggas trip, I got my thang with me
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| Yo, if they want it, cowards get it
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| They still wonder how I did it
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| Now y’all with it, these niggas see how I spit it
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| Huh, these bitches see how I kit it
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| You can hear my coupe a block away
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| Bitches be yellin, «Let Me Ride» like they Snoop and Dr. Dre
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| I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos
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| Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
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| Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
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| Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
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| It’s William Bonnie, stealin' mamis
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| Dance closely, even though they feel the llamies
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| I ain’t tryin' to send police to ya res'
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| I’m tryin' to put this piece to ya chest
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| And you in peace wit the rest
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| You can release to the press — this how G’s ride
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| From the North to the South to the East to the West, let’s go
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| + (Nate Dogg)
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| Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness
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| The name’s Fabolous, you heard I be
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| In them trucks wit the wheels glissed
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| In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris'
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| 'Click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this?
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| I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck
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| That can make it feel like the block’s movin'
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| My 6−4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin'
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| Them boys in blue with the shields and the Glocks movin'
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| (You can’t deny it) I’m the same ol' G
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| The Guc' frames got the same gold G
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| Duke can you frame O-3, 'cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
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| It ain’t gonna be named Olde E
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| I might be in Chuck T’s, or the Chukka’s
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| And if your duck cheese I’mma fuck her, duck these motherfucker
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| Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die
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| Hollerin' 1−8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool
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| It ain’t really dat hard, to get fucked up
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| Its really quite easy, just step up
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| I’mma knock him so hard, on his butt
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| Just like he been drinkin', like he drunk
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| The fat bitch stood up, just stood up
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| She bout to be singin', turn it up
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| You won’t hear a thang, know you won’t
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| You too busy sleepin', won’t wake up
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| You can’t deny it
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| The kid pull the four out a little quicker
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| You might end up the reason, ya homies
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| Will have to pour out a little liquor
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| Every stack that a draws out a little thicker
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| I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker
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| You kids rap; |
| that’s cool
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| But the kid’s wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool
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| Kidnap that fool, you don’t wanna wake up gettin told
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| That ya kids trapped at school
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| When the time’s right, I’mma put this nine right
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| To the left side of ya head, push ya mind right
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| It’s still nuthin' but a G thang, I thought you knew
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| And I’m bout to do the numbers that they thought you do
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| Still don’t know me, still jump in a Lex
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| The chain so icy, I got chill bumps on my neck
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| The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the 'jects
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| Still bump in your decks, still dumpin' the TEC, still |