| A long ride to the west
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| M.O.B. |
| tatted on my chest
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| Lord, please don’t let me rest
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| Why these niggas wanna stress?
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| Dear God, please give me strength
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| One time, I don’t got friends
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| Shawty, this how we rocking
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| Red flags out our pockets
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| Tear drops on my partner face
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| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case
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| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it
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| Couple mil, on our grind for it
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| Homeboys, we gone ride for it
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| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it
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| Shawty, this how we rocking
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| Red flags out our pockets
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| Tear drops on my partner face
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| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case
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| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it
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| Couple mil, on our grind for it
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| Homeboys, we gone ride for it
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| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it
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| Hopped back, show you my pop game
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| Make a warfare, that’s my mind frame
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| Booty gon' go high octane
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| Flock on the west like Pac came
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| I’m from the hood, it’s a shit pot
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| Don’t know the right niggas, you’re gonna get got
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| I go hard, know they wanna kill me, but I got these G’d up
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| Fuck a schoolgirl, want a ratchet
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| Sherm stick smoke like acid
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| Hit that shit one time, now the boy straight gone
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| These folks, we got the throne, we known to get it on
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| Respect to the, doing it the G way till God take me home
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| My turf got me on
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| I wish a motherfucker would try to take my chain
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| I’ma be fighting murder like Gucci Mane
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| Big rocks in the pinky, red and white
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| They all around my ring like a Tyson fight
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| You know I fuck they eyes up when I hit the block
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| Red drop of like chicken pox
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| Big biscuit, I’ll give your ass a one-piece special
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| And leave the club with twelve bitches, I must be special
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| We’re smoking out like the
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| Fuck a bodyguard, I’ll be somebody’s ass
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| Chain on, all rocky
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| Put that ring on and I’ll feel like Rocky
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| P Smurf, I gets my chips
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| Scratched up like a CD that skips
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| My beat down low, I feel like Tip
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| Lucky Charms on my chain, your bitch a little flip
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| Shawty, this how we rocking
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| Red flags out our pockets
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| Tear drops on my partner face
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| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case
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| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it
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| Couple mil, on our grind for it
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| Homeboys, we gone ride for it
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| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it
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| Shawty, this how we rocking
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| Red flags out our pockets
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| Tear drops on my partner face
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| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case
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| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it
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| Couple mil, on our grind for it
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| Homeboys, we gone ride for it
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| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it
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| I mean what I say, I say what I mean
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| I bleed what I bang, I bang what I bleed
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| Inglewood A, V to the E
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| 700 block, NHP
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| The ain’t Bloods in the LPB
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| Trigger fingers and thumbs just like me
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| The ATM Elm Streey smell like beef
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| We’ll take your brick squad, nigga, so icy
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| Diamond Enterprise in a realm full of
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| Doing the speed limit, trying to get on the five
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| Real nigga spitting, you can see it in my eyes
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| Tattoo tears mean a nigga done died
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| My nigga’s brain fried, going gang ties
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| That’s where I’m from, guaranteed to bang mine
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| Throw me in the county jail, walk the main line
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| I’ll bang mines till the day I die
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| Can’t talk to no bitches, don’t approach me
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| Can’t no nigga run me
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| Ain’t no nigga coaching me
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| What, you Phil Jackson?
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| Got dreadhead killers like Haitian Jack
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| They so active
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| Ready to let them burners clap
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| And I’ma lie back and chill, all I chase is stacks
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| All I know is mug and grill
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| All I know is hug the steel
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| These damn white guys got a young nigga flexing
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| Popping at the mouth, I’ma teach your ass a lesson
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| I thumped his ass out like the A-Town Braves
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| Foaming out the mouth like a Alka-Seltzer
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| These hands can’t do it like the
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| Shawty, I’m so P-funk
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| Shawty, this how we rocking
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| Red flags out our pockets
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| Tear drops on my partner face
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| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case
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| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it
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| Couple mil, on our grind for it
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| Homeboys, we gone ride for it
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| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it
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| Shawty, this how we rocking
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| Red flags out our pockets
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| Tear drops on my partner face
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| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case
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| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it
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| Couple mil, on our grind for it
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| Homeboys, we gone ride for it
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| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it
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| Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Brick Squad
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| Funk, funk, funk, funk for life, Waka Flocka
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| Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Brick Squad
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| Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, yeah
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| Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Brick Squad |