| You don’t really get it turnt, you don’t get it poppin
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| You don’t really put in work, you just wait and watch this
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| As I take you to a place that you never seen
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| Straight you worn out, cause you off that lean
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| But I ain’t trippin, I get faded though
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| Daily grind, sippin wine, that’s the way to go
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| Plus my cuddy got that good tree, on the low
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| Mix it with the tacos, off the stove
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| Let’s get this party popping, turn up the base
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| Let’s get it knockin
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| The cool done, turn up the base
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| So don’t you get to start nothing
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| You didn’t think we catch you slippin
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| But we steady watching
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| Back to the hoes, new clothes, new shoes
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| The city loves us
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| I’m on the rise, my ninja, I know you see
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| You wanna decline, pimping, you started cheese
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| We poking hoes and all you foes
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| That thing we sleeping
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| My eyes wide, open for them haters peeking
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| It’s okay, it’s alright
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| We got everything you like
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| Let’s just show, what we do
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| Pull up to your block
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| Swerve off with your girl
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| She know how to do it
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| You ain’t really whippin work, you ain’t got a stove
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| Ice on the neck piece sit on my shirt
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| Wrist solid gold
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| As I hit you with some g shit you may never heard
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| Need cash for the feature, flow like dope
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| Get a bird off every word
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| Cope the 82 240, pouring up in your party
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| And these hoes used to ignore me
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| Till I put the '85 up on Forgi’s
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| So shout my nigga Dom, these west coast hoes the bomb
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| And peace be unto you creep bitches would Alaikum my Salaam
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| I supply, I’m off the line, don’t sell no dope after 9
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| Rather be 6 feet deep in the freak barbe key, if you don’t mind
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| In some scales, as I cook up this yale, load up these shells
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| Watch your gal, like you watching your mail
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| She slick as jail, what the hell
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| Your bitch just slipped and fell on this dick
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| And my ratchet got back on taxes
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| Flip the check on the 5th
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| These niggas don’t approach me reckless cause my record legit
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| Bitch fuck you man cause he ain’t fuckin with this
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| It’s Gangsta Gibbs baby!
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| It’s okay, it’s alright
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| We got everything you like
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| Let’s just show, what we do
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| Pull up to your block
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| Swerve off with your girl
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| She know how to do it |