| We come and bump bump bump b bump bump girl
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| Fuck bush we run this world
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| Lift up you like that boy?
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| But N-O we gotcha boy
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| Aint no hurricane ever gonna stop us mayne
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| Barbequing on the roof rolling up a swisher dank
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| So let’s start this party here
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| My drink’s Bacardi yeah
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| Out in Hollywood I grew up in the Oakland hood
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| Eating with the rats praying god would make it all good
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| That didn’t work so I had to do it on my own
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| Couldn’t move bricks like my friends that were dead and gone
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| That’s a sucker role you were way too young to go
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| But growing up in the O explains how you hustle
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| Da da da da da damn
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| Swing night no punks ba bam!
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| That’s the way we do
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| Never stop we gotta move
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| Underground baby
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| We the reason why they pulling you
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| Ye ye ye ye ye ye (repeat 3x)
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| It’s the blunt J. R the bong
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| Right girl
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| Drop that, Now track that world
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| Wide exclusive you talk while we do shit
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| You snob like Martha
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| You acting like a prison bitch
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| M.C jealous
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| Acting overzealous
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| We aint afraid to be ourself
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| Regardless what they tell us
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| I was born to a loser situation
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| Mama hooked up on to drugs
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| Daddys pimping conversation got his ass caught up
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| Man its time to roll up
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| Never knowing who you are nothing ever seems enough
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| I know, here we go, cold as Eskimo
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| It was told the story of a princess
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| So spoiled, so difficult
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| She would blow off love in her face
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| Never give the chance think above never stayed
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| A generalization is true
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| You don’t know me but judge me fuck you
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| All these people that be fakin, we want the same thing but they stick me in
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| their ass like a popsicle ring
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| Ye ye ye ye ye ye (repeat 7x) |