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It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South
West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, out" shit
Empty jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit
The mad rapper, the Grouch shit
when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit
Dippin' the 4 though, X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin
Your last shit was so-so, you should to Jermaine
I've been since I was solo
Niggas my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
Go against the grain, and put your shit back like some
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Griffin
You can I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash out the strip like Nas when I'm dippin
Feeling God's Son, the way that It Was Written

Them want they music on blast
Don't me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, even ask
I got another ounce up in the stash
Them want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, even ask
I take 2 hits, and then I pass

I see the in the rearview, why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my
They must know that I got stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the Armor All while sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes that pray on Dwight Howard and
Not throwback rats they be on showin' college hill
For real, I my first album sold 5 mil'
And you say to "He's broke"
Well how the hell am I ballin', like
I did a couple of movies, now agents and calling
Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this bitch
When did we taking these tricks out?
Now she run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend
You had her all up in the
Blowing yo cheese on Vuitton, and now that bitch is in the wind
And after the draft, she gon' start that cycle again
How you claimin' that bitch when she him?
again cause

[Big
Daddy Fat Sax, my balls are on your chin, but can you tell me where my at?
Come order ghetto, hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, I'm the lightning strikes twice
Motherfucker, call me mass of, cause I run the and I'm whooping niggas asses
If they disrespect the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basses that were missin'
You can embrace it or come face to with total devastation
My is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform
Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm
Like gears, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club
Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning
But I like a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books
A castle full of crooks, rape and
They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the


Not from New England, but I a patriot
Not Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not Chicago, but I'm a bear
I'm a bay area nigga, 49er,
I'm about my man, I ain't no sucker
Now bitch ass niggas soft as table butter
I'm my riches, magazines, street hustler
You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older
But I used to flee through that white
Sellin' shit below the retail price
I'm a rare breed the bike club, get it right
Desperado Tori Amos, shout out to dynamite
I got my red cup, and some
What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue
My nigga let my hit there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in trunk? 4 15s