| Watch out, I’m a bad motherfucker
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| And if you don’t I might have to bust ya
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| I come from Berkeley
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| Where motherfuckers put you on a shirt G
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| And don’t think nothing 'bout it
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| Everybody in the club gettin' rowdy
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| It’s nobody like me
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| Everybody in the world gettin' hyphy
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| I roll with the hustlers
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| We only want the money motherfucker
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| I sleep with the lights on
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| We don’t like broke bitches where I’m from
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| Ring-to-the-ding-dong
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| It’s me motherfucker with the iPhone
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| I know you bitches love me
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| End of discussion
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| You can’t see me, even with glasses
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| West Coast motherfucker and I’m smashin'
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| I don’t care if you play this on the radio
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| Cause they love me from Oakland to Filmore
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| Yeah I’m from the ghetto
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| Where motherfuckers will change your whole schedule
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| You can meet me at the side show
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| I’m a rap star, bitch, I don’t ride slow
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| We goin' on a mission
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| You a scary motherfucker and you trippin'
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| I never been a busta
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| You snitch and a fake motherfucker
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| So why should I respect you?
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| You would tell everything if they let you
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| You can’t hang with us
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| Catch the bus motherfucker
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| This ain’t school, so why you wanna test me?
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| Waterfront, motherfucker, it gets messy
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| And shouts out to Richmond
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| Ridin' in the Lexus and they pimpin'
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| Shout out North Oakland
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| At Bushrod, bitch, and we smokin'
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| And shout out my cousin
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| Cause everybody know that I love him
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| I must be a rap star
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| Everywhere I go I’m ridin' in the fast car
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| I don’t do interviews
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| Cause every time I talk, nigga, I make the news
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| And that’s non-fiction
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| You can tell how the fuck that I’m livin'
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| And this is how I’m reppin'
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| 2017, bitch |