| Yeah
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| Ay
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| Yeah
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| Hella static (ay)
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| When we maneuver we weave through Hella traffic
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| Mad tragic (yeah)
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| But we gon make it, takein' R’s the fastest
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| It’s gon happen (yuh)
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| However I get lets get it crackin'
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| Old fashion (ay)
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| Smoking big cigars up in a mansion
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| 'Till my (yuh)
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| Represent my section with a passion
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| Los Angeles, and back down to inland with scandalous
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| I’m passin' this (what up)
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| To real niggas that aren’t scared to handle this
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| I granted it (ay)
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| Built them this game and then this
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| I run with savages
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| Hand full of calluses, they
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| Put in work and ransack, cause damages
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| The baddest acting shit
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| Pull up with the baddest chick
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| They know the situation we bringing and we ain’t having it
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| Nigga
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| This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to
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| This that late night,, to get high to
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| This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to
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| That we ride to
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| That we ride to
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| This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to
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| This that drink yo drink, and get high too
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| This that bag it all up, and get your cash too
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| This that fuck that bitch nigga, and her friends too
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| This that new coop, no roof, and its fast too
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| Bitch I stay smashin', why you think they call me Traffic
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| I alternate anywhere, just to get my cash in
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| My baby mama’s was trippin', until I bought this bag
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| And I stay strapped, heavy metal, with a attack
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| Just in case yo nigga wanna roll me, try to jack me
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| Better go check my trap sheet, Traffic get it packin'
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| From the county, to the jail, my niggas get it crackin'
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| This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to
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| This that late night,, to get high to
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| This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to
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| That we ride to
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| That we ride to
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| Nigga |