| Know what im talkin bout you feel me
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| You know what im saying
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| H-Town Nigga you feel me
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| But imma take this shit back to mother fucking Balifornia one more time you
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| know what im talking bout
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| Ay waddup Homie
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| Park blood
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| Oh lord here go them sauce drippin bastards, i just bought a new benz just to
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| knock a bad bitch
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| Walk in the grocery store with the chopper in my basket
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| I had to thank the bitch for the 40 racks when i grabbed it
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| Before i hit the set grabbed the yeeeky under the matress
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| Cause shawty fucked all the homies that ain’t a bad bitch
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| She got hella bodies i seen her with everybody
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| Homie tried to keep it a secret we tellin everybody
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| with the kick start homie got no stripes on the set he got bitch heart
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| Only active niggas around me when all the shit start, i know absoloutley he
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| letting the fire stick bark
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| Catch me riding through the cutty wit my blood buddies, slide through the next
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| big whoop and all the bloods love me
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| Got crips drippin through the streets over here eastcost cause my sauce pimpin
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| family
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| Yeah im good in the land and thats on mammas but i still slide around with a
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| few llamas
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| Broke your dusty ass bitch for a few commas, swooped her ass up she was tired
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| of the bore problems
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| No BFE
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| Scoobed the bitch off big homie
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| You know that shit slap blood
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| You know that shit slap
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| Oweeeee
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| Say blood what set you from homie |