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shit Now let me it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a 'em cup To get in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding till mother fucker ends And hit the main strip, the hoes be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw thang On any young with some ends A mobile phone and a top benz it from me, see 'cause I know it's about Kick a big fat in a bitches mouth And keep riding, high siding, but don't Nigger that shit, don't be no punk And while the nigger's jocking I be All the fine ass of oakland That's where I reside, and I always will be The city of killers, dope and still we Chill like players, and pimps Mack all hoes and all simps The big badass, I'm from the dangerous I just hang with the like it's the thang to do Now mother fuckers can't face the facts that I'm this Rapping and producing and can't even ruin this See knows the banksta The big dick gangsta who's fucking dank and clocking the bank And I'm a get in the 9 o's I mean the money, the fame, and the and the big thick fine I'm up right beside you this funky ass shit to ride to.
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Now some shit for you to ride to punk Fifteeen's hard in my God damn trunk tenth ave, to a hundred and fifth Young players the foothill strip ride chevys, cougars, blazers, vettes Five 60 with ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex Top let down on the coke white I love my high cuties Muscle booties Pools a so you know I had to do my duties I got to it like a rabbit her like a champ I tell you nigger I'm a pro with high school tramps They say young minds, good times See I'm a player so let me an o 9 Alicia, tina, marie, and She ride punk bitch you can ride my dick Now shawnetta, shawnda, an too Now here's a to the whole slug crew Talk bad punk bitch but it's always Kiss my ass and spend cash, on this shit to ride to
Pushing my coke into the key and start the engine Hit song, joking time, smoking, while I'm spinning A tight haffa fullest with duels, and counts a spare tire in my trunk, it's boom, that slams 'cause I'm a young brotha to burn rubber yo ? ? ? out of lanes I it, while ya bump her, so ya change Than I take a pitched out, exterior interior They wax me, then they buff me, niggers don't love me now I'm out Now I'm fresh from the detail shop Going to the lee-male Looking for the female I feel the bass and woofer kick my like a heartbeat to the curb, when I saw the ass of a dark freak So I up slamming short dogg I "hey", she said (snort) I said damn I'm fucking So I smashed out 90 Covered her ass up with the I left behind me The metly stently flowed in my ears oxygen Too short pulling the bass, got the on our jocks again Fucking with the hooties, with booties, and big That's potent, but all I is for a rodent Got a ticket doing 60 in a crossing up my young cock for some cool tossing Defermation of character, racially But all I'm ever ya is pimping and pandering So please let me go off of Because I be at home in my bed tossing her I make like altune, to value human dash Hit the freeway 'cause I can't when I got some ass a player and an o g that's what they told me Mhisani nickname
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Now I come from the mother eastside So shut the fuck up bitch and just I'm short dogg, hoe you front me Since my very first album I was Bitches start seeing dollar signs though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime It's kind of funny, want money from a pimp Bitch, you get 50 cents I take a gap from ass and then I owe you the rest I know the hoe, and I'm a vet Playing broads ain't on love You want my money, I wanna And we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap Beyotch!! kiss my ass Cause all the time I didn't this cash Wouldn't call, wouldn't give me your I couldn't see ya like wonder I a hit record Now I got You play $hort dogg for a dummy But I from the mother fucking eastside You suck my dick so I let the fake ride Dangerous is on the mike And like always say, "this shit is tight"
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Now some shit I ride Puff daddy and k-5 will go, I got my ant banks sittin on something real phat I got my partner short, sittin on the hood of a I got rolling I got kool-aid, he ain't spilling and he trippin I got ol' t b his big 'ol fat ass I got I got ? , but he ain't got no skin on his dick he fuck too much I got ah, I got ol' dirty arm but that my partna 'cause he's super clean, super side, everything I got footy and jerry, he trying to dred, but that ain't what's I got a, shit who else I got, I got I got face, pooh, that's my He'll look through a his face so big I got ah, I got pow pow, he like liners; he kind of filthy But that's my though, I ain't going to talk bad I ain't going to bad No I ain't to rank out Oh kitty wing, my partna peppermint patty I going to talk about him I ain't to talk about huh 'cause he beat me up send the block out on me I want the block to through on me Oh too (barking sounds) We got ah, we got hist dancers(what chris hicks baby? ) Chris thatz my that my steven shikal, he living lavish Oh else we got, who else we got in the crew that you me to rank on The tin man mo, that's pah prince of darkness, that's my dark My counter, my darkside Who else we got, who we got We got foothill, oh I didn't get clim, his glow in the dark