| Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y’all wit it, these niggaz see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it 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, still the mamis
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| Dance closely, even though they feelin blinded
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| I ain’t tryin to send police to ya rest
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| I’m tryin to put this, piece to ya chest
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| and you in piece 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 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 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 I might be in Chuck T’s, or the chuckers
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| And if you duck cheese I’ma 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 Its really quite easy, just step up
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| I’ma 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 She bout to be steamin, turn it up You wont hear a thang, know you won’t
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| You too busy sleepin, won’t wake up You can’t deny it 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’ma 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 nothin 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 Still don’t know me, still jump in a Lex
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| The chain so icey, I got chill bumps on my neck
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| The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the jet
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| Still bumpin ya dex, still dumpin the tec, still
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| Yea
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| That’s right
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| Yea, ok |