| We in and out so quick, two minutes tops
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| No nosy neighbors, no cops
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| We’ll snatch yo' kids up, nigga, watch
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| And we’ll be on little junior like the chicken pox
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| Keep a nigga sweatin', like no socks
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| Me and Coolio and cop new Glocks out the box
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| Pull one, hit the weed spot
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| Since A-1, square niggas think we need shocks
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| Watch your weed crop, 'cause my niggas need spots
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| To run up in, and get some free wops
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| In Cali you see drops with thug niggas in 'em
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| In L.A., they low ride, in the Bay, we spin 'em
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| Ridin' in something tight, looking like a lemon
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| Collecting my winnings from all of my womens
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| Treat them blade niggas like Richard Simmons
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| Go bad if they don’t got that thug in 'em |