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Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air
If the Navy outside, I might be
hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, a spare

You see the under the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to head
And if you see a white that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin' goin', back

To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the
Niggaz know I'm good the glock, they call me Chick Hearns
if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots
I'll a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX

Then get gangster with a swap bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz drama in hell

Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get
Shit mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig'
Doin' it big and don't split yo' wig

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over
Tell me what'chu fo', fuck around with snitches
you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay
you ask fo', representin' Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with
What you had to smash fo', tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay
Anything you ask fo', Bay game

I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the streets where goin' savage
One, two, we dance on the
Let the Coupe ghost ride we come to two stops

Figga eight'n by the sto'
from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know
Yeahh, ya hit me on my
pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit

They got me in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT and big sounds
on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab
Stackin' up fettucini now these niggaz hella mad

that nigga, he got another album on the board?
Damn right, another album on the
Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't
I represent the whole Bay motherfuckin' day

I'll give you anything you ask fo', over bitches
Tell me blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay

rubber band grands
I'm out big on the under, my fam bam
And I, the lands
To expand, I'm from the grime and the sand

No jams the all busted
The dames want the bucks when, see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til get them some
But my pocket, only gets you none

'Cause I, got a pimp
The scrubs wanna eat and get my salary
ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do

All of baguettes and bezels
We shine like {unverified} rebels
2005, me and my crew pile the pots
Move the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch

D.J.