| All because of my car
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| All because of my car
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| All because of my car
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| I’m in my car, cruisin to the beat
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| Trippin off, off these money hungry freaks
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| Wanna be down, wit a super star
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| Cuz you know I got money an a cold blooded car
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| Must be the Beamer (Must be the Beamer)
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| Thats turning you on
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| Must be the Benz (Must be the Benz)
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| I ain’t takin you home
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| Must be the Cruiser (Must be the Cruiser)
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| Got you flaggin me down
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| Must be the Rover (Must be the Rover)
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| Makes you wanna be around
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| I hits an run like an accident
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| Mr. hit em fast an slow is back again
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| If you don’t believe me go an ask a friend
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| I got more hoes than the ozone
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| I hits em wit they close on
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| (Why's that Silkk?)
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| So they can go home
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| I rolls up on a bucket, she got a man
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| But when I rolls up in a Benz, das when she hops in
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| An thas how its gon' happen to her
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| I don’t mean to be like mackin to her or rappin to her
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| But I’m jus askin to her
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| Now back up in the days I run game on em
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| They wanna play games so I bought a Lexus from my homie
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| An the next day after that, game don’t stop
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| (Where ya car at)
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| I be like man, its in tha shop
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| But now I’m on top now
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| Put the… top down
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| See how many number I can jot down, how many girl I can knock down
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| An plus up on my block, now it ain’t gon' stop
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| Now, since I got a little cash
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| Now I dash down the block but I keep my game tight
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| When Im in the Rover, I gets the guests the same night
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| You try skeezin me, should be try pleasin me
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| Alizay to get the draws off easily
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| Thas when I switch my game over
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| You blame it on a hang over I blame it on the Range Rover
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| An I ain’t tryin to hear that
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| (Oh it’s like that, huh?)
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| Like that, like that
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| When I’m flossin on these ghetto streets
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| Can’t see how I get stopped by those crooked police
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| I can’t understand, why they player hate
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| An they ask me these question, like how much money I make
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| Now it’s none of their business, how I make my ends
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| An you can’t get a piece of my funky dividends
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| I guess you could say, I got it goin on
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| Cuz I keep seein girlies an they won’t leave me alone
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| I guess the PD is tryin to see me in the State Pen
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| Behind me tryin to run my license plate in
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| Im checkin my rear view, but I ain’t gon' trip, bruh
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| Waitin for me to slip up, show me some ID wit yo' picture
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| I guess they wanna see my bank statement
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| See how much money that Im makin
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| But I guess they just be hatin
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| They need to start missin me, stop trippin G
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| I guess they mad cuz I got more gold than Mr T
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| An all these freaks wanna get in my gangsta ride
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| Cuz I got it front to back, an side to side
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| But I ain’t got time
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| I gotta do my thang
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| An if you wanna front you know I can hang
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| Now you know that I never wanna perpetrate
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| Cuz y’all playa hate
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| You fools better recognize
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| That a No Limit Soldier is on the rise
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| Must be the Bentley (Must be the Bentley)
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| That’s turnin you on
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| Must be the Lex (Must be the Lexus)
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| That’s why I’m takin you home
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| Must be the Caddie (Must be the Caddie)
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| Got you flaggin me down
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| Must be the Cutlass (Must be the Cutlass)
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| Why you wanna be around |