| I’m gettin' northern exposure in Santa Rosa
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| The ponderosa where they grow the doja
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| Thizzle wiggle with that thug composure
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| Cuz when them streets mold ya you gonna be a solja
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| I drink and nod in the Range Rover
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| I beg God to look over my shoulders
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| Sometimes I slip up, trip; |
| I’m not perfect
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| Got thug I’m my blood what I love ta turf it
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| I make it worth it I buy nice things
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| Tryna to keep life right for me and my team
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| What do you mean
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| It’s all about the green
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| Tryna ta make my duffle bags bust at the seams
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| I get ruffles dad yep lots of cream
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| Got them haters mad but I’ll pop the thing
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| Take the top off the heem
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| Pour out a little liquor
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| My game gets sicker when the game gets thicker (come on)
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| Follow me now let me lead the way
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| If you gon believe in something believe in dre
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| It’s only civilized for us to live our lives
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| Royal, spoiled, the american way
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| Dreganomics
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| I live life lav, feddy and boss
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| Cuz partner whats spaghetti without the sauce
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| Noodles
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| And I’ll never be a noodle
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| Cutthroat pit bull fucking over poodles
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| Strudel, pies and cakes
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| Them sweet niggas liars and fakes
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| I bite and shake go right for the jugular
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| I break a broad go hard while you lovin her
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| Nigga quit huggin her, giving up that free love
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| We pimp the blood outta bitches, boy we thugs
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| Keep her away from the circle
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| Cuz next us, fool, you look like Urkel
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| Mikey pass the purple I’m feelin myself
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| Finna go for the gusto start stealin my wealth
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| Entrepreneur plantin seeds in manure
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| Making change grow and my game matures (come on)
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| I hunt for my tribe bring home the kill
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| Smoke blunts, get high off only the real
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| Want more than a meal, boy, I want a Manwich
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| A seven figure digit money sandwich
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| You funny faggots are all in the way
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| I do more before breakfast then you do all day
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| Don’t mean to sound sexist but you all gay
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| Quit using that Oil of Olay
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| Mac Dre, a lone desperado
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| Who gonna press the throttle if the boys try ta follow
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| My boys got the hollows they hurt when they hit ya
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| Leave me lone when you gone off that perk and the liquor
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| Nigga, I’m a grown ass man
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| Tryna' live off the fat of the land
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| Proceed as planned
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| Stay focused
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| It’s dreganomics--I got doses (come on)
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| Uh Dreganomics (Dreganomics?)
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| It’s Dreganomics (Dreganomics?)
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| Dreganomics (Dreganomics?)
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| It’s Dreganomics (it's Dreganomics)
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| Yea boy
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| Ronald Dregan
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| I campaign with this game mane
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| Yadadamean?
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| And I will let you Noriega types
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| Bring it across for the right price
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| Feel me family
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| Yeah Dreganomics--I got doses |