| Everywhere I go, there I am dawg
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| Cut the check with a motherfuckin' handsaw
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| Handoff, I ain’t really with the handouts
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| Benny Rodriguez from the Sandlot nigga
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| When I run around the base, Carl Lewis wanna race
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| If you heard me talkin' shit then it was in a nigga face
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| Last time I took a bar off I was lifting weights
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| Last time I took a bar I feel asleep the whole day
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| Number’s still the same, just give me a call
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| Big ballin', puttin' hardwood floors in the car
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| I ain’t got a bag, it only comes in a jar
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| And if you got it on you now, you can scoop it tomorrow
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| Ay the livest ever living, still alive though
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| Five piece, salt, and pepper mild sauce
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| Cartier frames with the Y’s on it
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| 'Cause I never put a laser in my eyeball
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| Nigga, you can’t see me
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| You niggas used to wanna be me
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| Aw shit, here come the motherfuckin' cops like Eazy
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| Bitch we rollin', I need you to focus so you can see it
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Now from the Starter to the Nautica, the Cartier
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| See I’m the nigga you was lookin' to to start a wave
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| Now don’t make finesse and hop in back into that Maurice
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| That Banco Piece edition in back of all my car seats
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| Tornado flavor, flip Motorola Razr
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| I been callin' plays since Gold and a Pager
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| You don’t want no problems my dawgs is not caged up
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| Once you step into my yard I can’t save ya
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| Number’s still the same, just give me a call
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| It’s drywall on my hands from these cribs I bought
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| Did some remodellin' and rehab, red wine and sea bass
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| Right by the stove but my wife ain’t home
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| Maybe I ain’t got one 'cause I’m shallow enough
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| I’m just throwing dick around like a Gatling gun
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| Boy I’m a wreck, but I got my salary max
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| You should be happy that I put the battery in your bag
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| Nigga, you can’t see me
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| You niggas used to wanna be me
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| Aw shit, here come the motherfuckin' cops like Eazy
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| Bitch we rollin', I need you to focus so you can see it |