| Slauson, Slauson
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| It’s Nip, Hussle, listen, look
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| Look, I’m a H-double O-D S-T-A-R
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| Everywhere we go, people know who we are
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| We bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball
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| Lil mama wanna roll with some riders
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| I can’t be your provider
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| (We bang, and we ball)
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| Just wanna be somethin' beside ya
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| (And we bang, and we ball)
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| And maybe have a one-nighter
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| Lil mama wanna roll with some riders
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| I can’t be your provider
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| (We bang, and we ball)
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| Just wanna be somethin' beside ya
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| (And we bang, and we ball)
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| And maybe have a one-nighter
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| It’s the K-I-two L’s, A-R, hood star
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| Kill 'em in the front then bury 'em in the backyard
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| Chrome gleamin' on the car, bangin', I show raw
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| I’m in the buildin', H and R, young black millionar'
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| Ghetto but a famous star, Perignon to calamar'
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| Haze, dumped a Shalamar and Chardonnay going hard
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| You’re billy ain’t nothin' without a Phantom or a Maybach
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| So tell the bartender, we need bottle service ASAP
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| Now it’s the NH, two O’s, D-S-T-H
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| No info from them CRASH cops and DA’s
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| Gold chain swang, I just swag off the Cliquot
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| And every day we ballin', pop bottles on the weekdays
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| Fuck all that he say, she say, we paid
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| All Money In No Money Out, that’s what we say
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| These fake niggas' worse fear was my release date
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| I hope they gettin' money 'cause I’m spinnin' like the DJ
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| Look, 'cause I’m a H-double O-D S-T-A-R
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| Everywhere we go, people know who we are
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| We bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball
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| Lil mama wanna roll with some riders
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| I can’t be your provider
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| (We bang, and we ball)
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| Just wanna be somethin' beside ya
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| (And we bang, and we ball)
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| And maybe have a one-nighter
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| Lil mama wanna roll with some riders
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| I can’t be your provider
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| (We bang, and we ball)
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| Just wanna be somethin' beside ya
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| (And we bang, and we ball)
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| And maybe have a one-nighter
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| Listen, it’s the N-I-P-S-E-Y, he fly
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| Hustle in Girbauds and Levi’s, Dickies and Reeboks
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| From 3600 Baker Row, cell three
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| To 9900 cash money on me
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| Keep it under 10 G’s so the feds won’t see
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| Spend a thousand on clothes and a thousand on weed
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| Damn it feel good to be from RSC
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| I’m still the H.R.O.B
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| Mr. VVS is still the freshest overseas
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| Tried to told 'em let him breathe, I need filet migneeze
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| St. Tropez to L.A., we G6'n with ease
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| Slauson Boyz, my ice shine like I’m on HD
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| That’s on me, I’ma ride 'til I D-I-E
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| Turnpike in the V, it’s just Nipsey and Reeze
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| And it’s just for one night 'cause you’re subject to leave
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| Lil mama wanna roll with some riders
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| I can’t be your provider
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| (We bang, and we ball)
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| Just wanna be somethin' beside ya
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| (And we bang, and we ball)
|
| And maybe have a one-nighter
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| Lil mama wanna roll with some riders
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| I can’t be your provider
|
| (We bang, and we ball)
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| Just wanna be somethin' beside ya
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| (And we bang, and we ball)
|
| And maybe have a one-nighter
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| Look, I’m a H-double O-D S-T-A-R
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| Everywhere we go, people know who we are
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| We bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball
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| And we bang, and we ball |