| Debbie be the big shotgun in the scraper
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| Rollin' my weed up, countin' my paper
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| Turnt up and I’m feelin' myself
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| I don’t see no competition, I’m just killin' myself
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| Bay shit got me bumpin' Mac Dre
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| South-bound, goin' down, now I’m runnin' LA
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| In the club, still don’t give a fuck
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| Throwin' up a dub, California love
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| Left the bay, but the bay never left me
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| Wanna see? |
| Betcha life, bitch, test me
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| Then it’s all on sight up in this motherfucker
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| Cali green got me right up in this motherfucker
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| We be to rap what key be to lock
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| Still nothin' but a G thang, that be up top
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| I just do it my way — the fly way
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| On the highway, bay to LA
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| Me? |
| I’m just chillin', oh what a feelin'
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| Bitch flipped a hundred to a thousand to a million
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| Everything money, keep that shit basic
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| Debbie run the coast on some bay to LA shit
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| Still on my bay shit, never fallin' off though
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| Pedal to the pavement, Debbie be the boss, ho
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| Everything money, keep that shit basic
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| Debbie run the coast on some bay to LA shit
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| Debbie be the bitch to ghostride the whip
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| (Ghostride the whip) Now that’s some bay shit
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| But I bet the fuckin' whip’s got switches in this shit
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| (Bounce, bounce) Now that’s some LA shit
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| Never do I play, bitch, never on some fake shit
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| Time for the real bitch, you basic, face it
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| Me goin' global, ho, you just a local ho
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| I’m a walkin' time bomb, I’m supposed to blow
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| So I’m just on some real shit, fuck how you feel shit
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| Money on my mind, on some hundred dollar bill shit
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| Catch me goin' dumb, Coke with the rum
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| Bitch havin' fun, shut it down when I come
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| Debbie from the bay, now I’m runnin' LA like Pac
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| Get acquainted to the name, cuz it ain’t gon' stop
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| Debbie, ho, Debbie on your stereo
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| Death and burial, kill bitches with this very flow |