| Had to get that pitch on a bitch
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| Smack it up, flip it, and rub it down
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| Cause I be bout grindin', G-piece full of diamonds
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| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate
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| And there she go, nigga
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| I bet she go, nigga
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| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds
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| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate
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| And there she go, nigga
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| I bet she go, nigga
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| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds
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| Pretty bitch blinded, wrist piece change the climate
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| I beat that thang up out the lining
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| Side to side and from behind it
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| Bitch, I choose through buku bitches
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| On my line but nevermind it
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| I be movin', drinkin', drug abusin'
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| Yeah, smoked out, could fear the flute, but I’m coolin'
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| Yeah, got that backwood filled with strong and I’m loaded
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| Yeah, got a pack and a gang of straps for my soldiers
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| Yeah
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| I remember them nights when a nigga couldn’t eat that much
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| Truth be told yo these groupie hoes
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| They used to turn their nose, they wouldn’t give no fucks
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| Cars are black, I’m down, pull the 'Lac around
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| Bust a lick behind tint
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| Nigga, I was born with no windows and a pot to piss
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| That’s why a rapping-ass nigga can’t tell me shit
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| Bout grindin', G-piece full of diamonds
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| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate
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| And there she go, nigga
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| I bet she go, nigga
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| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds
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| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate
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| And there she go, nigga
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| I bet she go, nigga
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| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds
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| Need to claim your ho, entertain your ho
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| Where your bitch? |
| Can’t find her?
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| Giving answers back, sending nasty texts
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| She with the VVS its straight blindin'
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| White girl and a Mexican
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| They bucket naked then I turned them out on that powder
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| And I be rollin', what y’all niggas smokin'?
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| They be shuck-and-jivin', I was I-fivin'
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| Got the killa pack from East Oakland
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| So I sent my bitch a load told the bitch to go drop it off, head shopping
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| Used to wait for niggas, had the 'caine for niggas
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| Had them killers at your door knocking, nigga, like that
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| I remember them nights when a nigga had to rob to stay afloat
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| Niggas from the other side was at my throat
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| Met my homeboy mobbin', slanging dope
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| Niggas trying to live straight, legit
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| Got a bird from the H trying to rock your bitch
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| Nigga came from a crumb to a motherfuckin' brick
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| So a rapping-ass nigga can’t tell me shit |