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Watch your mouth, never speak on you not know
I'm the west coast, I turn his face into a pothole
15 deep niggas in the Tahoe
Let's see you act macho I pull the burner on ya

like a taco
Rap we all talk like a Raldo
full of cargo, dry like Bar stow
run up on 'em, get up on 'em

Drill 'em with the clips, niggas gon' respect
I run this shit, crip rag in my pocket
Three eighty on my hip but to this hip hop
Who next on the
don't kiss, we get old and die rich

I till I'm sleep, crush these niggas with my fist
Your daddy was a coward a son of a bitch
So back to the glock the infra-blue clip
We hit and gang bang, you on some T-pain shit

Chop the pop and 20 crip, the flames hit his whip
Then I'm to the block shit, rock shit, hot shit
Hit 'em in the chest, doggy run up in his
sock him in his eye socket

I sat back and let you little niggas make your
Nonsense, I'm watching, hoes out of
You what they say, don't block it till you knock it
You my whole style

I'm 'bout to you fools hostage, brah, bhrah
the looks to the hooks
I'm at these new niggas flippin' through my book
There's only one king, is you a or a rook?

I got hand machine guns and on foot
So beef with me none, nigga done south, huh
I throw a bullet at ya who gon' catch it nigga
Then send them at ya

Turn weapons into dust
You against me, like trying to fight a bus
I'm at the BET Awards, in disgust, it's still a
G Thang)
But yet they be us, they wanna be Daz

They be Kurupt
Cash on delivery up front, yeah
Bubble kush out a blunt
Who's the nigga circle one
Dogg, I'm large in the streets

My arms and my feets knee deep in the
I'm the on the beat, let you little niggas speak
And run for a treat, motherfuckin'
All y'all owe me until you rest in peace
And our D.P.G. motherfucka

That's shit man, how the fuck y'all gon' keep
these award shows out here on the west coast
But ain't no from the west coast
Winning no awards, nigga? It's like that, just like that

We showed you niggas how to do shit
ass nigga, want some, get some
Bad enough, some