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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp 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 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'
In the winter rock Timberland boots, furs
if I shot 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, somethin'
Price it but gon' cop? Don't ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top
You don't really 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
then I spent off, my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get
Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the
You ain't but crack, I supply all raw
them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

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
That's how the go. Young blood, ask your 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

Yo, it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Trust me I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood gettin' low
and it's fucked up because you was never gettin'
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, fuck wit' 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 when you talk? That's invisible
See Boo iced out in invisible
Niggas think that I'm outta my mind
like I'm out in the without the nine
Come on, use your brain I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you walk no more
Reason why, you sick-up crazy
Now your mom top of you like 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he gone and that's
I'ma put it on wax in and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man,
Uh. You ready, nigga

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
That's how the game go. 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

[Mr.
Who keep the hot ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")
the cops tryin' to snitch on... ("Mister.")
Big ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")
Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo'
Bitch you call, she call to talk Mister
Whole time, it was all about rap
knowin' playa. How the fuck you think that?
Compare a brick of raw to an 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 catch a lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin'
Type: crack on my bitch just to her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk that shit and walk it beat cops
all over it soon as the beat drops
It's Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,
crushin' all y'all niggas that 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 niggas hate we spill, we too clever

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
That's how the game go. blood, ask your kinfolk
do the same 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
do the same 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 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
do the same 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.