| No we didn’t, haha, yes we did
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| What the fuck is up, niggas and niggess, oh yeah
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| We back up in this motherfucker
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| You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, niggas
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| My game is cold, I could still mould you niggas
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| Roll you niggas a fat stick of that chronic
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| A hundred-sixty million dollar man (What?), bitch, I’m bionic
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| (What?), step in (Ha?), automatic weapon
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| Death row, oh no, can’t let this shit go
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| I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I think about Nate
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| I think I left a small piece on my plate
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| I’ma rework this shit and get a few things straight
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| Not hear to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create
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| Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape
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| And call my lil' cute bitch who loves smokin' on vapes
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| Let that settle in, Death Row back in
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| Cuh gon' let 'em in
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| Ain’t no love lost, nigga, understand me?
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| Those my, that’s my family (Haha)
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| We back on buzz
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| We ride for each other 'cause that’s what it is, nigga
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| And that’s what it was
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| got free’d up, unfinished business
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| We LLC’d up, Los Angeles G’d up
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| Yeah, yeah, I don’t love you no more
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| No he didn’t, yes he did
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| Dash Radio, big Snoop Dogg
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| World premiere, Bacc On Death Row |