| Ho, well alright, y’all
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| Talk that shit to me
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| Tell like it T-I-is, my nigga
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| Talk that shit to me
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| Uh, talk to me 'cause I’ll talk back
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| It ain’t my fault your girl fell in love with a gangsta mack
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| Now that’s for all the gangstas
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| Talk that shit to me
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| Peter Piper picked and pimped and played the game with passion
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| Made power plays with paper while they folded like a pamphlet
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| Protectin' my progression, politickin' for the P
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| Platinum with Doggystyle, «Deep Cover» was the prequel
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| Polarizin', prophesizin', I’m what put us on the map
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| And probably bustin' down the P-O-U-N-Ds into them sacks
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| Pound the pavement with the pushers, pocket rocket for the pussies
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| Playa tried to play me close, I left him bleedin' in the bushes
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| I’m like a pigeon with precision, Snoop be shittin' from the top
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| Piggly Wiggly’s on patrol, tried pop us at the park
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| Partner, please, we just posted up, we plottin' on some paper, mane
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| Just popped a Pontiac and peach is probably what I’ll paint the thang
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| Papered up, I can’t complain
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| Still I play the game, but they won’t ease the pain
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| My homies passin' earlier than they 'posed to
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| Pop 'pagne in a Porsche
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| The most powerful Crip to ever throw up gangs on a poster
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| Snoop D-O double G
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| Talk that shit to me, from the LBC
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| Talk that shit to me (Talk that shit to me!)
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| There’s levels to this game
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| Got to earn your stripes
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| Bitch, if you ain’t breakin' bread
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| Then you need to get a life
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| Talk that shit to me!
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| Crip without a crush, cock it full of cucks, check that
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| Cock it then I cuss, calm when in the clutch, step back, swish
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| This Crippin' collision causing catastrophes
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| My casual conversations end up turnin' into causalities
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| Cold game, cat crackin' with Kokane
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| Go against the game, we got a cullet with' yo' name on it
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| Showstopper that dropped classics
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| The same nigga that closed Curtains will close caskets
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| It’s Cause, the crew on it, too, like compilation tracks
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| Runnin' numbers up but it ain’t no miscalculatin' that
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| Goin' Kamikaze for me and my concentration camp
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| Ko', we had to take it back 'cause really ain’t no cake in that
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| Crip to life
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| Play «Superman» I’ll be your Kryptonite
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| Took the nigga’s bitch 'cause she rather fuck a Crip tonight
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| Get this right, can’t call yourself a king unless your clique is right
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| You niggas better get your Crippin' right
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| Snoop D-O double G
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| Talk that shit to me, from the LBC
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| Talk that shit to me (Talk that shit to me!)
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| There’s levels to this game
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| Got to earn your stripes
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| Bitch, if you ain’t breakin' bread
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| Then you need to get a life
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| Talk that shit to me!
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| OG
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| On me
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| LBC
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| Talk to me
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| In this game (This game)
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| Earn my stripes (I got stripes)
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| Get bread
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| Bitch, get a life |