| I started with the hardest red and blue Caddy
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| Captain of my crew that how they looked at me
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| My first thumper man I was too happy
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| Taking shots ducking others that were threw at me (chuch)
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| My mama was a virgin till she knew daddy
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| Married twelfth grade, Cooley High, and there you have it
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| Been real as a youngin' we ain’t even have it
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| Meet the homies at the bar, nigga what you having?
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| No matter how long it take
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| Just as long as we get it
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| Get it
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| Got the homies out in front and on side
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| Screaming as long as we get it
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| Get it
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| Bad bitches in my past that I still like
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| Rather love my new bitch, think I still might
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| Fuck around on the side and I still might
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| Up and downs on this bitch, but it’s still life
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| Freestyle pretty good, why I still write?
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| Heavy loads in the fo', but the steel light
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| I started early with a half, it was still light
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| When I finished got another that’s a ill night
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| Pops told me I’d get older. |
| «Take your past with ya.»
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| So in the future now, you know he like the last nigga
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| From the past, so you tell him, «Bring that cash with ya.» |
| If he deny, then you reply, «I can’t mash with ya.»
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| Tell him, «Fuck you.» |
| Fuck they gon' do to me
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| But talk down and kiss ass like it’s two of me?
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| Cops kicked in the door, found two or three
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| Hold me down for eleven, 'bout due release |