| This rap shit got my own cactuses
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| Like we never slept on the same mattresses
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| Young age football practices
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| Biscuit shine, Five of the ones on the waistline
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| I ain’t worried about no platinum change
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| I’ll give ya a 59 with a batman ass go range
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| (mumbled speech)
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| Ok, musta being the zodiac
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| V.I.P I really don’t let this shit get to me
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| I just flip tracks, spit facts
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| Get relaxed, with G Funk laxed in the back
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| We stay in the ghetto, havin a tap with rugrats
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| Cats, and taps, with flaps
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| Foul language, old english it’s dangerous
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| It stays the same and never changes
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| (Crumbling cries)
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| G Funk is here to stay
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| I pop a cap
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| Domino’s and spades
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| With a bag of gange and smoke it all day
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| There’s a staircase, its a true 21
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| Here’s a toast to the thugs
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| High drop 4 sheezy, drinkin' ma bud
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| I still love n-a-t-e
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| Rollin from the sheezys
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| With a dress code like dubsy and a circle arse
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| G-Funk is here to stay |