| Mistah F.A.B live lav and I’m gettin bread
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| Plus I run in the bay like I’m Roger Craig
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| I be all in the city eatin lots of cheese
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| With my young hyenas that be poppin E’s
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| Throwin up my tee’s
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| Puttin on my face
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| Shake it like I’m shootin dice in every place
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| When I hit telegraph, I roll through the hat store
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| Buy 6 A’s caps man then I’m good to go
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| Tell AC I’ll holla walk out the door
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| Hop in my scraper, but I dont close the door
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| Leave 'em wide open all the way back to Oakland
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| My game behind the wheel is one of the dopest
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| My tranny is slippin, but I’m still dippin'
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| Police right behind me, & I ain’t even trippin'
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| A ticket ain’t nothin' I get em all the time
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| Police wanna hate but they can’t stop my shine
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| Slappin' in the trunk
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| Knockin' in the trunk
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| Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk
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| Cuz there’z Slappin' in the trunk
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| Knockin' in the trunk
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| Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk
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| Shhh Dont tell nobody, Dont tell nobody
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| Shhh Dont tell nobody… It’s a body in the trunk
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| Rappin on the track wit Mistah F.A.B
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| It’s Wolf Pack in the field with Thizz E.N.T
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| 15 slappin' in the trunk Thump, Thump
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| Niggas hangin' out the scrapers goin' dumb, dumb
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| It got more bass then the shit on the streets
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| I’m like Shaq in Miami cuz I still bring the heat
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| When the middle touch the pinky and that thumb go up
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| It must be that lil nigga comin' fuckin' shit up
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| From the city of the hyphy and the sideshow biz
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| Doors open, trunk stumpin' nigga’s scrapin' they shit
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| Its that thumpin' in the trunk
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| That knockin' in the trunk
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| It must be them kickers that’s fuckin up ya trunk
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| Im still Lil Uno Young hyphy of the click
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| And I go dumber then ya average special Ed kid
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| You can call me crazy but I’m just a lil twisted
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| Cuz I drop more bars then a candy called Twix
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| There’s a heavy in the Chevy and I’m slappin' in the trunk
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| Puffin on that purple man I’m stankin' like a skunk
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| High ball on the on the scene gettin' stupid doo doo nuts
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| On the flow hands high and I’m screamin' like what
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| With my boy Across and I’m tryina floss
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| Fitted caps white Tee and now feelin' like a boss
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| Now I’m yokin' poppin' pease lookin' fresh in my white tee
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| Baby get an eye, Im like oo I think she like me
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| Boojie’s poppin' nikes oo I’m hella hyphy
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| Draft up in rhymes and in yo system like an IV
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| Got no time for hood shit
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| Trigga gettin' pulled shit
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| But I scrape a nigga if he come here with that bull shit
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| Fire on the track plus the beat gon slap
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| Droppin' like a body like a bitch on the track
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| So when you here me comin I be knockin' in the trunk
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| But I probably gotta body up in my trunk |