| Lets go… Yo, yeah
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| Uh, uh, uh-huh
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| Another one
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| All of my niggas R-I-D-E
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| Yo, soon as the weather get hot
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| Pull out the garage with the cl6 drop
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| Bottles of bub, in the club
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| The chris pop, rollin it up that sticky cali bud
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| One stop hit me wit the owner I’m ready to go
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| Mommy hollerin I’m hollerin the is fedy low
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| Oh you ain’t know, Double D get it aquinted for free
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| And I’m holdin chips like I won the lottery
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| That little ghetto boy comin straight out of poverty
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| And probally, one of the illest niggas that ever did it
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| And definately one from the gutter who spit it and lived it
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| I, came from the bottom straight to the top
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| And in the astin drop mixin hash with pot
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| Rollin cash in knots, cuz we bubblin baby
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| And lovin the way we, spit the ism crushin your lady
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| Pimpin em crazy, cuz man ain’t nothin to it
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| So watch how we do it, gutterness it’s Poverlous
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| All of my niggas R-I-D-E
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| Yeah, yo
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| Catch me in the zone, when I’m duff duff chrome
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| And never demone dro and remy shots to the dome
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| I spit it for the pimps, hustlas, killers who are prone
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| To violence, but still they move in the silence and all alone
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| But no co d’s, see a rich nigga can afford to blow cheese
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| While the youngins strugglin takin jewels from o. |
| g's
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| It’s poverty at it’s best
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| We on the cover tryin to stumble to master the cheddar chest, we
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| R-I-D-E, For murda I-N-C so nigga try you die (Ha)
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| Half you rap catz ain’t swing crack packs
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| I went to school with the 32 in my knapsack
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| And will hit ya, nigga you ain’t no killer
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| You got a vivid imagination and know how to draw a good picture
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| So pay homage, when you see I promise
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| We toat lines which makes us hard to hit
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| This shit is Poverlous
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| All of my niggas R-I-D-E
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| Yeah, uh
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| If you get doe, and holdin stacks
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| Salute my gangstas, holla back
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| Mommies if you want we got wood
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| We keep it gutter in the hood
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| I’ve never been one to front our style
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| But when shit pop off I pop off rounds
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| So if you alive nigga, ready to rise nigga
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| You gotta know this, it’s Poverlous
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| All of my niggas R-I-D-E
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| For the love of the dough, we be
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| Never lovin them ho’s, See see
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| How the gangstas roll
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| Pimps and Poverlous
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| Uh, yeah
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| You say marvolous we say Poverlous
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| Straight gangsta and all gully in the hood
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| This is how we do it nigga
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| Murda, murda |