| I don’t give a fuck
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| Ridin with my burner, and my beat turnt up
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| Ac blowin and my windows down
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| Chuckin up my hood when I hit your town
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Ridin with my burner, and my beat turnt up
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| Ac blowin and my windows down
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| Chuckin up my hood when I hit your town
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| My Mama wanna know why I’m banging
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| She told me ima lose my life
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| I ain’t trippin I’m a crip and ima do it right
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| 'Fore I run from a nigga I lose the fight
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| I gotta hustle, momma ima move the white
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| If I died came back I’d do it twice
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| Brain washed by the block it consumed my life
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| Cool nigga but a killa when the mood is right
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| Bullets have the dogs howling at the moon at night
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| Momma its cold outside
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| Ain’t no hope outside
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| Couple niggas getting money most us broke outside
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| Rocks in the house selling dope outside
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| Reminiscing on my niggas that got smoked outside
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| Suckas in the house when them locs outside
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| Huslta gotta eat when them folks outside
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| Got a burner in my lap and I’m dippin in my bucket
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| Lifes a bitch nigga fuck it!
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Ridin with my burner, and my beat turnt up
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| Ac blowin and my windows down
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| Chuckin up my hood when I hit your town
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Ridin with my burner, and my beat turnt up
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| Ac blowin and my windows down
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| Chuckin up my hood when I hit your town
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| They say we probably die sanging, banging, pressing the line
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| All a nigga really got is my respect and my pride
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| Got a Chopper for the coppers keep protecting the ride
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| Every nigga got a limit never step on the line
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| When the set say it’s on I’m expecting to ride
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| When the world say I’m on I got the set on my side
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| Matter fact a nigga got the set on my back
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| Slauson boy, the world ain’t ready for that
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| Nigga it’s cold in my hood
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| Ain’t no hope in my hood
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| Couple homies couldn’t cope smoking dope in my hood
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| But I could never ever be from no other hood
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| And I could never ever leave my folks in the hood
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| Thank the Lord every morning that I woke in the hood
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| And summers that I wrote prome spokes in the hood
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| If I never sold a mil off what I wrote in my hood
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| I ain’t trippin cause niggas know I spoke for my hood
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Ridin with my burner, beat turnt up
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| Ac blowin and my windows down
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| Chuckin up my hood when I hit your tow I don’t give a fuck
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| Ridin with my burner, beat turnt up
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| Ac blowin and my windows down
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| Chuckin up my hood when I hit your town |