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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers ("We pimps.")
and when we want, we can take the takers take.
("You want drugs?") Southwest, we get down.
("That's right.") What. Ayyo, it."

Ay, for the part, I'm smart. Keep birds
I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't
In the winter Timberland boots, long furs
if I shot at you niggas, we had words
Aim might be off a little, it's bad
Mister, a step above like curbs
M-R D-O-T, nasty
Price it but ain' gon' cop? ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top
You really think I'm grown? Kidnap me
Uh, is all I ask for
Wit' no problem, spray Accord
I you face down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen in your front left door
I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that get tossed
Playin' got you lost on the sauce
You nothin' but crack, I supply all raw
like them cars you saw on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same shit that got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb that got him smoked
Man, you know it's when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go

Yo, it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood gettin' low
and it's fucked up you was never gettin' dough
'Young boy, who you to?' Then I bust him
Sonny, to C. I love you but can't trust you
It's me and Mister, 's A.C. and O.J.:
know we all about that all day
Tell ya again, fuck wit' A. Jones,
kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay
Sick flow, I how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski mask ya house and get low
I don't see you when you talk? That's threats
See Boo out in invisible sets
Niggas must that I'm outta my mind
I'm out in the streets without the nine
Come on, use your brain I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you won't no more
Reason why, you sick-up crazy
Now mom over top of you like 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he and that's that
I'ma put it on wax in and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man,
Uh. You ain't ready,

That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go

[Mr.
Who the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")
the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.")
Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice ("Mister.")
Big dick? ("Mister.") yo' sister
Bitch you call, she call to about Mister
Whole time, thinkin' it was all rap
I'ma playa. How the fuck you think that?
Compare a brick of raw to an just of crack

You can catch me in your ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice
at the bar. and a bucket of ice
You can catch a nigga lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm
Type: crack on my bitch to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk shit and walk it like beat cops
'Bonic all over it soon as the beat
It's Most Wanted; them niggas got the street hot,
crushin' all y'all that pray that we flop
I spit, well
Out in Cali in a four-point-six richter scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did more than you
Real hate when we spill, we too clever

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him
Man, you know it's real the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit got him smoked
Man, you know it's when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your
do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
Don't do the dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb that got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go.