| Attitude on too sheezy
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| Sixteenth letter of the alphabet, I’m certified, believe me
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| My campaign is so greezy, that alcohol was too easy
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| Take off your hat before you greet me
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| No hand outs, no freebies
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| Can’t afford to lose my life or go to jail, my people need me
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| F.A.B. |
| called me 6 AM, I just left the booth
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| Said I ran plays on Salute Me and Pie 22
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| Told me let’s work, I said what’s good? |
| I’m lacing up the boots
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| Flight leave at six up to So Cal to get some game from Snoop
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| It just hit me, I’m surrounded by panthers and lions
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| Huey P. Newton’s, Bobby Seale’s, black kings, we timeless
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| I don’t tap out, I do not quit
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| Yes I’m a dog but not the bitch
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| Red nosed pit but I’m mixed
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| ALLBLACK ready, I stand tall like a Great Dane in this bitch
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| Don’t do leashes, no leftovers, I ain’t locked behind no fifth
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| Pass a dog, give Rollo the keys so he can drive my whip
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| It’s a rager at Cal Berkley, got the addy, bitch it’s lit
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| I like to party with white crowds who play pony shit
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| I mix brown and clear together, y’all ain’t bent how I be bent
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| Forgot to introduce myself, I’m your real daddy bitch
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| E14 to Post Street, don’t wear no suits and I don’t limp
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| Run all fades and I pull cards, I’m anti to simps
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| Hibachi chicken over rice, I do not fuck with shrimp
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| I’m from Oakland, ain’t no fuckin' city like mine
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| Marcus Peters in that booth, bitch it’s game time
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| Came back home, runnin' my city like I’m Marshawn
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| Foothill boys, roll with the forty when I was on my grind
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| It’s BLACK
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| Nigga I been gettin' money for a long time
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| It took all day to count them bands, that’s a long time
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| Nigga I been gettin' paid for a long time
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| I ain’t seen no rainy days in a long time
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| A long time, a long time
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| My diamonds shining but my Rollie say the wrong time
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| Every time your bitch say she need alone time
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| She with me, I’ma get some love me long time
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| Poochie’s son, everybody know my mama
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| Catch a flight to the Bay, everybody 'bout that drama
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| Can’t swim in the bay, it’s a school of piranhas
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| Where them bands, it ain’t a dollar in your wallet
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| You ain’t really from the Bay, what you know 'bout carryin' drama?
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| Snatch my chain, it’s a shootout
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| Fuckin' right, I talk my shit and tell the truth
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| Give a fuck about no rhyming
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| I be trippin' out in public, I be trippin' when I’m private nigga, Rolla
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| Yeah, I been said I’m the coolest in the city
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| It’s good where I step, everybody fuckin' with me from
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| Ice City to Brookfield, my niggas is too real
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| They shootin' that real steel, these niggas will kill Bill
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| Posted on the corner 'cause we had to
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| Long day at work, late nights bringing in the food
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| Campus Village baby, Lower Bottom raised me
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| I’ll be damned if I let a nigga play me, bah
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| Nigga I been gettin' money for a long time
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| It took all day to count them bands, that’s a long time
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| Nigga I been gettin' paid for a long time
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| I ain’t seen no rainy days in a long time
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| A long time, a long time
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| My diamonds shining but my Rollie say the wrong time
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| Every time your bitch say she need alone time
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| She with me, I’ma get some love me long time
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| Hella Disrespectful
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| It’s that Bay shit
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| We in the mix
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| This ain’t the new Too $hort album
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| It’s the mixtape |