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I niggas the blues
an L.A. County jumpsuit
Hop inside the like the nigga Donald Trump do
And cruise control until I lose control
These rubberband tires on 2's and 4's
I pick and my foes
And abusive flows I set traps, so no rat can climb through his hole
Touch my bring out Beretta's
Try'na be a boss
We do six hundred or
up raw lettuce
My bitch got a coke
a fan 'cause she runnin' through lines like Jerome Bettis
Iced out Coogi sweater, Air Ones, Louis, belt
Got me swimmin' through these like Mike Phelps
Drop top Phantom so the know I'm hazin'
Catch contact high while I listen to Davis
Lay my head back and cruise
Tommy turn down the muthafuckin' bass and niggas the blues

I give niggas the blues
Drumma Boy the bass and give niggas the blues
I give the blues
I niggas the blues

Buck]
Been it
The picture you see now I it
Service myself change the oil and transmission
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these
I'm the truth in this game full of Pinnocchio's
Filed bankrupt, like you gon' take next from me?
Then I bought a 'Vette for me, it IRS money
money, power, respect
Lil' you wrong
Respect, power, and
Now what the is you on?
This a "Dessert Storm" I get my on
Standin' in a room full of Bloods with my on
on my waist but the barrel on it too long
Can't even fuckin' move, I ain't used to no suit on
I'm doin' what I do, y'all done think I on
With or a crew
My is still due on the first like you
Pull up in anything bitch I'm B.B.
And I the rules
I will give niggas the

I give the blues
Drumma Boy beat and give niggas the blues