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Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh? |
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Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh? |
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Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh? |
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Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh? |
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You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need |
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I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me |
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See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man" |
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And I said, "Hey man, I agree" |
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Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow |
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Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow |
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Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos |
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They know, they got thirty seconds; Jared Leto |
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Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo |
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Boy, it's Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o |
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Until my fucking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o |
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Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr? |
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I'm the truth and the dare |
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And you can get your ass beat like a kick and a snare |
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ScHoolboy's my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s |
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That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no Biggie |
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It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo |
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We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy |
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No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man |
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We been that man since Batman had a sidekick |
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Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas |
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And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers |
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Solve 'em (Oh no!) You can't bitch, I'm a problem |
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And you'll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin |
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Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter |
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All my shows got one black in it like Larry David |
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And I'm that nigga, meaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizo |
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Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo |
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Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole |
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And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow |
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Don't get offended, love being darkskinned |
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23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants |
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And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis |
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Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my business |
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See, that's that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on |
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That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron |
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Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans |
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Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals |
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Boy, I'm a sicko, flaco nigga, but kinda macho |
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Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco |
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Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese |
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Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles |
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Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that |
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Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that |
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Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that |
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(Man, he really took the store) |
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Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (yeah) |
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Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (rag) |
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Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (uh, sup cuz?) |
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Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped |
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No face mask, nigga, just toe tags |
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Still the blunts getting passed, yeah |
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Ain't worried 'bout no niggas (nigga) |
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Grieve over suckers (sucker) |
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Gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle) |
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Call the ambulances (ambulances) |
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I'm from the era of crip walking |
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You was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh? |
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Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he ain't done |
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Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue |
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Pussy boy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums |
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Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump |
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My square homie's license, double life in my trunk |
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Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs |
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Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck |
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You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast |
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You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kil' |
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Well, who am I? |
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