| Fancy bet I’m from these streets
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| Come holla no metter what at you
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| So tell me what you gonna do-gonna do
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| When my nigga Mess come for you
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| (*Talking over chorus*)
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| What you gon do nigga
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| Come on my nigga, what you gon do
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| Nigga shitter get off the shitter, mayne
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| KnowI’mTalkinBout, yeah
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| When I go to the club, I don’t need I. D
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| Me and my niggas walk straight to the V.I.P
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| I need twelve bottles of that Grey Goose Vodka
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| I don’t want you bitch, I wanna fuck ya potna
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| I’m a gangsta ass nigga, hoes call me a dog
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| I’m havin money motherfucker, I’ma floss and ball
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| The only nigga in the party with a Uzi baby
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| Pardon me miss, excuse me baby
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| But your boy smoke weed like Cypress Hill
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| I’m on dope nigga and about four of them good pills
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| With a few of my men, five hundred in the lot
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| Lil' niggas on the turf, with Ben & Jerry’s on the spot
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| Mess spend money like it’s runnin out of style
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| Hit King Kays and drink all the Crystal
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| It’s about thirty thousand in the club with me
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| I’m from the streets, these my niggas, they dont fuck with me
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| For real
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| They see me when I pull and jump out the five
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| Like after all that shit, that lil' nigga still alive
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| Shit, I’m from the eighty’s, I’m a dinosaur
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| And I’m into beef nigga, I’m a carnivore
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| I’m a made motherfucker, I don’t tuck my ice
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| I flirt with death lil' nigga this my life
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| Preach told me never let the money make you nervous
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| If you scared motherfucker go to Sunday Service
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| I got rid of the Scraper and sold the Lex
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| Got like eleven mo' rifles and ten mo' tecs
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| Just opened the duffle that I staff from 9−8
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| Blue bottle blocka make sure mine’s eight
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| I run a machine, y’all on that new shit
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| I’m with that Crip and that Blood and that red and that blue shit
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| Bout three in the mornin with no bodyguards with me
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| I’m from the streets, these my niggas, they don’t fuck with me
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| For real
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| (*Talking*)
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| Huh, huh, hahaha
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| I been sayin though man, you niggas see me, man
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| Pullin up to the liquor store bouncin out somethin exotic
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| Man, real colorful, real colorful though around the neck
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| And around the wrist, uh-huh uh-huh
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| It’s me red bone bitch in the passenger seat
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| I got that heat man, but these is my niggas
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| Richmond, Vallejo, Sacramento, Oakland
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| San Jose, San Francisco, nigga I am the Bay, I am in |