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Yeah, gold crown, top as I cruise with a bad ho Yeah, I-5, on the West And I done been the world But in Cali, they roll the best Bitches and palm trees, I'm on I came here 'Hood was up north, I to the yay then Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton the weight in Feed my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the pen with Frederico Soprano Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas want no banter I might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the Druggin' and thuggin', it's all a game clip on the K thing I got a in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don't get popped the cops, bodies drop And these feds be on my block, roundabout, stop and But this never stop Get that rock, you thought? And haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a hundred shots
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