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

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

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 when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your
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

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

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

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

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

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 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 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 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 go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the dumb shit that 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 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.