| Whaaaa…
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| Drizzle, California Hot Boy makin' it sizzle
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| Yadadadada
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| I’m a roper smoker, love to yoke a, chevy when I’m ripter
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| Used to post up on the block with dope I got from Victor
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| I go nuts, do donuts when I’m full of that liquor
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| Get ho bucks man so much I ran game and pimped her
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| My thang thang got twisters, two sets like sisters
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| Davins, and choppers there’s no stoppin Mister
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| A California Bear, all up in your ear
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| While I’m playing with your hair, bitch I’m a player
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| It ain’t fair, niggas like me is rare
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| Hard to find, you might not find one like me anywhere
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| You can search tall trees, the bottom of the seas
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| Nigga please, they don’t make them like these
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| Huh what you say, you gone do what?
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| I murder, get further, in my coughnut
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| Geeks I chew up, in the streets I grew up
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| I run with niggas that’ll peel a nigga for a few bucks
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| I’m sewing thangs up, got the game on lock
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| Give you an E for effort, but it ain’t no knock
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| Man this thang don’t stop, I’m all night like Denny’s
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| I’m countin' thow-wows while you scrapin' for pennies
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| I’m tight like two hemmies, dope like two gremmies
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| Put a dub in the blunt cause I don’t like them skinny
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| Mafia like Benny, I offer ya some remy
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| Playboy, from the bay boy
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| I sav lav, ya hear me? |