| I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank
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| West coast what the fuck you thank?
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| Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody)
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| Before you check my rims
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| When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs
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| You better check ya friends
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| and see if ya baby momma left with them
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| Blacks and Mexicans — stop all that bullshit in the pen
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| Understand that is us verse them
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| They can give a fuck if we sink or swim
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| They give us guns and drugs
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| then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
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| I got to show my ass
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| to thank these motherfuckers for my past
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| In South Central, Los Angeles — Grandmama smoke cannabis
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| Granddaughter wanna dance and shit, her own momma can’t stand the bitch
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| If you fuckin up, pray to the game lord
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| Wanna bust a nut? |
| Pray to the game lord
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| Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
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| You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
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| I love where I from, hungry ass niggaz better get you some
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| Smart ass niggaz play dumb
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| Y’all can’t fuck with the city I run
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| If I snap my fingers, better curl up just like a fetus
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| I hope you know Jesus
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| because if you don’t, boy you will see us
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| Where? |
| Up in your house, two double barrels up in your mouth
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| You got some 'splainin to do
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| and don’t get the line 'cause we aiming at you
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| (Ewww!) It’s a doggy dog world baby, you a nut and I’ma squirrel baby
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| Can I get ya in my world baby?
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| Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby?
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| Did you flip yo' wig
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| to let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids?
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| That nigga old as hell
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| They need to throw the motherfuckin momma in jail
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| Let 'em know
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| Fuck wit this if you want to, the game lord will punish you
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| Punish us if we ain’t true, to the game like we 'pose to
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| I’m the game lord, y’all come now
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| Casanova niggaz, got the sun down
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| Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin
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| Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin
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| Are you a gentleman?
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| Big bear wit a nigga named Gentle Ben
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| Ladies, he’ll be yo' friend
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| Wait for the cable guy — even let him in
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| Not me, I won’t flex or bend
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| just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim
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| You better get wit the rest of them
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| 'cause can’t none of y’all even fuck wit Kim
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| Some niggaz was born wit hoe in 'em
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| I was put on this Earth to spit ism
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| And I shall return like it’s written
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| And slay all the suckers who be sippin |