| Pu, puffing that Cali dro
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| Sipping on Patron
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| I got my mind made up, and goddammit we’re blown
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| Y’all can’t touch me now
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| Y’all can’t fuck with me now
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| Yeah, I’m up in y’all house
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| Now with a dick in your mouth
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| Whatcha know about doing these numbers when you come out
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| Fucking y’all bitch ass nigga’s with no grease
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| Ain’t scared of cops, I’m paying the police
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| Fuck what a song been saying about me
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| I’m only being what I was born to be
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| A superstar on the Death Row label like?
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| Thanks Suge for nigga' understanding me
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| Putting Petey in a position for Petey to breath
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| Setting your motherfucking homeboy free
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| Holla at me dog, regardless right or wrong
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| I ain’t nothing but a call away
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| Hit me on the horn
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| I’ll be there to settle the score
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| This Carolina nigga' right here ride for ya
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, my Escalade
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| Down here, came out here
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| Jumped up in a new black Benz
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| Way out here, got me a few more friends
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| ? |
| Neckbone what the business is
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| Still trill, still got a house at the crib
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| Still own the house I growed up in
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| Still kick it with my folks and them
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| Every time I’m here
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| Cause, I’m just real to death
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| It’s so ill at how I feel myself
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| And I ain’t arrogant at all dog
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| Nah, I just know I’m blessed
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| Fuck all that bullshit y’all, I don’t stress
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| I just sit back relax and give me that right there
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| Whatever that right there is
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| That right there
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| Therefore no questions asked (how bout' that)
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| Nigga' I’m grown, been grown
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| Been on my own since I was young, thirteen years old
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah I changed up
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| Shit, y’all changed up
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| What y’all change for
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| Add that change up
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| Huh, cop me a barrel of buck
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| Hit the yard
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| And bitch go and battle it up
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| Monster truck, mashing on all y’all toe
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| You don’t wanna get truck snuffed then back the fuck
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| Keep your hands off shit don’t belong to ya'
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| Keep your mouth outta shit before you get fucked up
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| Keep your man outta her before your man get touched
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| It ain’t Suge you got to worry about in here no more
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| He on parole, ho done rode this road
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| But me, I gotta ways to go
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| Ooh! |