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

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

To the block to dump the bucket and in the drop
Niggaz know I'm with 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 a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the glock and a of shells
In case niggaz want in hell

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

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

give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu 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', representin' Bay

I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they goin'
One, two, we on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghost then 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 pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy

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

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

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

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

No the flam's all busted
The dames the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til they get some
But testin' my pocket, only you none

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

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

D.J.