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It's not usual, the game be, all up on South shit
Straight Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, out" shit
jelly jars, nigga, bird in the couch shit
The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch
Except when I'm 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 logo
Your last shit was so-so, you should to Jermaine
I've been hard I was solo
Niggas feel my pain, I make it without the strippers
Go against the grain, and put your shit back like some
I and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash out the strip then Nas when I'm dippin
Feeling God's Son, the way that It Was Written

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

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

[Big
Daddy Fat Sax, my balls are on your chin, but can you me where my dick's at?
Come order ghetto, hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my bring the thunder, I'm the lightning that strikes twice
Motherfucker, call me mass of, cause I run the plantation and I'm niggas asses
If they the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'
You can it or come face to face with total devastation
My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime
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 are phoning home
But I feel a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books
A castle of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the


Not from New England, but I pack a
Not Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a
I'm a bay area nigga, 49er,
I'm about my bread man, I no sucker
Now these ass niggas soft as table butter
I'm about my riches, magazines, hustler
You can ask uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers
But I used to flee through that yellow
Sellin' shit below the retail price
I'm a rare like the bike club, get it right
Desperado like Tori Amos, 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 woofers in your trunk? 4 15s