| Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I’m hood with it
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| Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I’m good with it
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| Everything Suge with it, I’m a boss like that
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| Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that
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| It’s Bompton, reason why I talk like that
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| Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that
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| I’m Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me
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| Hurricane Game, Katrina’d the AP
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| Top-down, the AC, with X and AZ
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| Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD
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| Don’t try me, nigga, homicide’s my hobby
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| Backwoods fat, we blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
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| In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
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| Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture
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| 2020, we doin' drive-bys in Teslas
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| Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra
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| Fuck the slice, I want the pie
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| Why ask, «Why?», 'til we die
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| Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| Carmen Electra
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| Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
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| Three or four at a time
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| Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| Carmen Electra
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| Four Block bangin', I’m from the dope spot, baby
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| Type to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby
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| In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy
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| Chopper for that old school that I can throw on Daytons
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| Fuck who hatin'
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| Blood on the Benjamins, I’m a gangsta
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| Pull up on the side of his vehicle, tryna spank 'em
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| Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us
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| As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us
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| Can’t nobody save us, stay dangerous, it’s on the gang
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| Told Game, «Pass the thang,» I feel like I got my wing
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| Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out what they bang
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| Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same
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| She chose up on the 'ism, the Maserati to blame
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| We body for body, ahki, I caught him and got him flamed
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| Free the Gangland, when he touched, got him a chain
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| When he touched, got him some cake
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| When he touched, got him a Drac' (Ayy)
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| Fuck the slice, I want the pie
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| Why ask, «Why?», 'til we die
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| Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| Carmen Electra
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| Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
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| Three or four at a time
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| Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| Carmen Electra
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| O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel
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| Have a nigga leanin' soon as I pop his seal
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| Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear
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| Heard you was lookin' for me, I’m right here (Right here)
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| Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones)
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| Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on)
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| Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah)
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| Tell her run my shit back like Le’Veon (Bitch)
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| Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a nigga, yeah
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| Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah
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| ATL, TIP he a nigga (Uh)
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| Like Black Chyna, I’ma get me a nigga (Pause)
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| Gang injunctions don’t stop the function, yeah
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| Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah
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| Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin'
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| I put that on Mary-Anne, that I am what I am, nigga
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| Fuck the slice, I want the pie
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| Why ask, «Why?», 'til we die
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| Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| Carmen Electra
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| Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
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| Three or four at a time
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| Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| Carmen Electra |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carmen Electra , by - The Game. Song from the album Born 2 Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп