| Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things | |
| You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh | |
| Rap niggaz, we dippin' individuals | |
| Some of us be frontin', some of us is really criminals | |
| Swimmin' in the women and money we never had, it's sad | |
| Rap could turn a good nigga bad | |
| But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle | |
| I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro | |
| What's up though, I'm still the same nigga, a super freak | |
| I blow a G a week, catch me burnin' rubber up the street | |
| Rap niggaz, always smokin' indo | |
| So every time we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window | |
| But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless | |
| My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists | |
| Rap money, we get that shit and blow it | |
| We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it | |
| Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK | |
| Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A. | |
| Let me get that | |
| Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds | |
| Be like all them niggaz on it | |
| Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes | |
| Meet you on the left side of the boat | |
| Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go | |
| We like everywhere, party where the fans go | |
| It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype | |
| Got ya station in a smash right | |
| My Likwit niggaz made a killin', we dropped three albums | |
| And got the whole world dancin' on the ceilin' | |
| So I'm feelin' like the villain that cracked that safe's combo | |
| My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot 'em through my condo | |
| He shot 'em through, they peeped my CD through | |
| They startin' askin' questions, but fuck the interview | |
| What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Christ'" | |
| I said you like rap? Well, wrap ya mouth around this | |
| Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin' | |
| We on the motorcycles doin' ninety down my hall and | |
| With the gold chain swingin', fallin' to the street | |
| This rap life got us buyin' shit we don't need | |
| We don't need the jet skis but let's buy 'em, just to try 'em | |
| We splashin' out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein' us now | |
| And we don't fuck around with no wife | |
| 'Cuz all my niggaz is livin' the rap life | |
| Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds | |
| Be like all them niggaz on it | |
| Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes | |
| Meet you on the left side of the boat | |
| Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go | |
| We like everywhere, party where the fans go | |
| It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype | |
| Got ya station in a smash right | |
| First of all before we move on | |
| Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon | |
| Mergin' in the suburbs, gettin' raw with greenery herb | |
| Real ill niggaz smack birds | |
| Fat words showin' proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill | |
| Smack a blackbird, jettin' in an Ac-hurse | |
| Big Jim stay grinnin' in a six, spinnin' it kid | |
| Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him | |
| Stand posin', blowin' shit, coast from east and west | |
| We rockin' our vest, cannon might roast you | |
| High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rock wilder | |
| Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar | |
| Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow | |
| Shinin' like a lamp post, my camp post | |
| Cream leather green leaves forever | |
| Goin' to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together | |
| What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz | |
| High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags | |
| Real niggas gon' ride, fake niggaz gon' slidide | |
| Check the next issue fagot in the vidibe | |
| Rap drama, the drama never calms | |
| I be on the celly phone trippin' off my baby moms | |
| Tryna make her understand, I get paid to rhyme | |
| I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine | |
| 'Cuz there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me | |
| Show money, that's like pimpin' 'cuz we get it tax free | |
| Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC | |
| Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D. | |
| Rap women, they always be around us | |
| 'Cuz we from out of town and they be lovin' out of towners | |
| Wash up in motherfuckas like a TV evangelist | |
| 'Cuz they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles | |
| Rap money | |
| Yo, what up? | |
| What's up nigga? | |
| What's goin' on? | |
| Hey, what's up Rae? Let's go half on a football team nigga, hehe | |
| Yo, I was thinkin' about buyin' two basketball teams | |
| What's up? What we gonna do? | |
| Hey, hehe | |
| Matter fact, we can do that, let's do that | |
| Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds | |
| Be like all them niggaz on it | |
| Which side rock the most, it don't matter 'cuz it get notes | |
| Meet you on the left side of the boat | |
| Coast, drivin' it most, we like where them niggaz go | |
| We like everywhere, party where the fans go | |
| It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype | |
| Got ya station in a smash right |
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