| Yeah
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| Original
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| Floss gang
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| Cuzzy Capone
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| You are now welcome to the thunderdome, nigga
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| Ayy, fresh out the oven
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| It’s Hell round here, my block is bakin'
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| Young cuz sittin' on the curb of Satan
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| Kush by the bricks, real cash I’m makin'
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| Dredlock wig lookin' like a Jamaican
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| Real hood nigga here stunin' with the Cartiers
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| Hundred hoes thank Jesus Christ 'cause he brung 'em here
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| Lotta niggas say a lot of shit but I never cared
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| Death knockin' all the time, young thugs never there
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| Haagen-Dazs CL stunin' with the cat mouth
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| Mandalay Bay, cheddar boy with the cash out
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| Livin' life like I’m walkin' on my last route
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| Waitin' on this bitch to pop a pill and then pass out
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| Whole baller suite, hoe frontin' with her ass out
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| Playin' with the Crip like I won’t blow her back out
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| Cuz Holiday, put her to bed and lash out
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| I-15, headed back to the crackhouse
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| You killin' 'em cousin' (Slow down, baby)
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| You killin' 'em cousin' (Yeah, slow down, baby)
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| You killin' 'em cousin' (Slow down, baby)
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| You killin' 'em cousin' (Yeah, slow down, baby)
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| You killin' 'em cousin' (Slow down, baby)
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| You killin' 'em cousin' (Yeah, slow down, baby) |