| Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you
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| Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two
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| And you know we gon' spray at you
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| Got a Ruger on me, might paint him blue (Pew-pew)
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| I can’t fuck with the bitch 'cause I know she the truth
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| I’m gettin' the head, I know she the swoop
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| Big bag, I ain’t fryin' the food
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| You runnin' from me then I’m comin' for you (Dig)
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| Comin' for me then I’m comin' for you
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| Dimebag, I’ma give 'em a few
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| Do his ass, he gonna pay for the loot
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| I’m too cool, had the suit with the loot
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| Two-seat coupe, two hoes gotta scoop
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| Ooh, pass one, you can call that an oop
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| She bend over, she gon' grab on her boot
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| I been hit it, I’m just telling the truth
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| Pardon your French, ho, you say «we» a lot (We, we)
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| What about me? |
| I smoke tree-tree a lot (Tree, gas)
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| If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi
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| Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you (I see)
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| Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two
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| So you know we gotta play it cool
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| 12 bitin' with a sabertooth
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| We just trying to turn the tables, fool (What?)
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| Ooh, walk around in this spacesuit
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| 'Cause a nigga smokin' moonrock
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| Stomp 'em out in the moonboots
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| Run up on me, I’ma soon shoot
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| (What? Go, what? What?)
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| There is no oppressing me (What?)
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| First impressions is the worst (What?)
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| Do not apply the pressure please
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| Please do not stand next to me (What?)
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| Uh, no, there is no testin' me (Dig)
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| Answer that, I gotta turn your brain to some shredded cheese
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| Diamonds on my neck, I’m
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| negative six degrees
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| Hit a nigga with the .45 like isosceles, uh
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| Sometimes I feel just like I’m Socrates
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| Kick a lot of shit, they askin' me, «Can I play soccer, please?»
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| Sell a lot of swag but tell me why these niggas coppin' pleas
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| Uh, yeah, can you stop it, please?
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| Pardon your French, ho, you say «we» a lot
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| What about me? |
| I smoke tree-tree a lot
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| If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi
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| Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you
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| Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two
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| And you know we gon' spray at you
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| Got a Ruger on me, might paint him blue |