| Stay dangerous
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| Stay dangerous
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| Stay dangerous
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| Stay dangerous
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| They like, «YG, why you so extra’d out?»
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| 'Cause I pull up in a drop, like bitch check me out
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| I don’t drive no Tesla, I got too much clout
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| Take it out her pussy hole, put it in her mouth
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| Ooh, they like, «Damn that nigga nasty»
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| Yeah, fuckin' on a bitch that’s classy
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| Yeah, the dick was good, she harassed me
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| Yeah, then I nutted on them ass cheeks
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| 2's, 3's, 4's and 5's, eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine
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| I commit crimes all the time, I convince my homies to slide
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| Take this pistol, you down to ride?
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| Cock the pistol, it’s hammer time
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| Paparazzi, I’m tryna hide
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| Fuck the bitch, she traumatized
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| Yeah, just when thinkin' you surpassed me
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| Yeah, me and Mustard link and we go hammy
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| Yeah, we both 'bout to cop the Lambies
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| Yeah, valet the '64 at the Grammys
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| Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do?
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| Heard you don’t like me, well nigga fuck you too
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| Heard you tryna wife her up, I’m tryna pipe her loose
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| All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth
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| Big Ps, Big Bs, nigga suu whoop
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| (Brr, brr) Hello? | 
| What it Ru?
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| 900 block, back down to the deuce
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| I’m the man, bitch I walk 'round like I’m bulletproof
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| Ooh, Jay 305, why you extra’d out?
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| Ooh, pull up to your house to pack your daddy out
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| Yeah, sexy lil' vegan want it right now
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| She don’t even eat meat, but she gon' eat it now
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| Ooh, devil on my back and I’m set trippin'
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| I got stabbed six times, homie my mind different
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| Stay Dangerous in LA, if you gang affiliated
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| South Central most hated, watch out
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| Ooh, Khloe Kardashian in my t-shirt
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| For you hatin' ass nigga, I know that gotta hurt
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| Ghetto superstar since I was 16
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| Now I got a billboard on Crenshaw and King
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| Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube
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| Pimp a bitch, fuck peace in all my interviews
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| Gettin' rich, fuck a bitch, cracker fuck your rules
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| Porsche coupe, two bitches, I’m the fuckin' truth
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| Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do?
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| Heard you don’t like me, well nigga fuck you too
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| Heard you tryna wife her up, I’m tryna pipe her loose
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| All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth
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| Big Ps, Big Bs, nigga suu whoop
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| (Brr, brr) Hello? | 
| What it Ru?
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| 900 block, back down to the deuce
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| I’m the man, bitch I walk 'round like I’m bulletproof |