| Fool tell your trick to stay away from the chevy
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| I know you wanna see me rip it up
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| Made my first G before adding on the MC
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| Now who keeps it real
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| I’m coming straight of the street of Compton like E
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| One for the trouble, jack for ass in the parking lot
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| I’m knocking fools out the box
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| I’m knocking fools out the box
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| Nigga with Tha Chill up in the studio
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| Nigga getting bored tryna call up a ho
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| Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain’t right
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| Fucked up and let my weed up for the night
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| Called up my nigga Bone for the grand
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| Comp-town niggas, man keep him on the sand
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| Damn can’t get thru with that fat-ass sack
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| Let me smoke that shit, let my eyes roll back
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| Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud
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| (?), make their knees hit the rud
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| Bitch I’m the villain you’re sucking mine first
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| Same time a nigga busting his verse
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| Don’t look at me just keep your eyes close
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| Then I’m gonna bust in your mouth I suppose
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| Bitch here it comes, don’t say a fucking word
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| Here it goes
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| On the ninty-one to the two to the ten
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| Bitch about to crash when she looking at Ren
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| About to get my ass off, nigga need gas
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| Nigga mad dawg when they see the icon
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| Knowing damn well you wanna talk to the don
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| Cause bitch choose me by a punk number three
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| But hub city niggas we don’t let them ride free
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| Renincarnated bumbing out the window
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| About to make some final touches at the studio
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| Picked up my nigga Bigg Rocc on the way
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| He told me whay them bitch-ass niggas had to say
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| Still on my nuts, wishing the name was The Vill
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| Try to pull a nigga like a fisher real
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| Fuck the niggas, I 'ma fuck they bitches like this
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| Nigga with Tha Chill up in the studio
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| Nigga getting bored tryna call up a ho
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| Ho-banging through these speakers, cause something ain’t right
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| Fucked up and let my weed up for the night
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| Called up my nigga Bone for the grand
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| Comp-town niggas, man keep him on the sand
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| Damn can’t get thru with that fat-ass sack
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| Let me smoke that shit, let my eyes roll back
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| Hoes in the parking lot sniffing that bud
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| (?), make their knees hit the rud
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| Bitch I’m the villain you’re sucking mine first
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| Same time a nigga busting his verse
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| Don’t look at me just keep your eyes close
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| Then I’m gonna bust in your mouth I suppose
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| Bitch here it comes, don’t say a fucking word
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| Here it goes |