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Huh, niggaz think got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, in them Air Nikes
If the Navy outside, I be there
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey
Rock guns like trunks, keep a spare

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

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

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

Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya Fig'
Doin' it big and wanna split yo' wig

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

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

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

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

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

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

give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about Bay game
you ask fo', representin' Bay game

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

No the flam's all busted
The want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, they get them some
But testin' my pocket, only gets you

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

All of baguettes and bezels
We shine like life's {unverified}
2005, me and my crew just the pots
like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch

D.J.