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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me tell somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp like the pimp; ("We pimps.")
and we want, we can take 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, long
Usually if I at you niggas, we had words
Aim might be off a little, it's bad
Mister, a step above street curbs
M-R D-O-T, somethin'
it but ain' 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
no problem, spray your Accord
I you face down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen shots in your front door
then I spent off, wipe my off
Rob the creep. Man, that scene get tossed
Playin' got you lost on the sauce
You ain't but crack, I supply all raw
like them cars you saw on Crenshaw
Tell them in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your
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 same dumb that got him smoked
Man, you it's real 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 because you was never dough
boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him
Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't you
me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.:
everybody know we all about all day
Tell ya again, don't wit' A. Jones,
kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay
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 threats
See Boo out in invisible sets
Niggas think that I'm outta my mind
like I'm out in the streets without the
Come on, use your before I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you walk no more
Reason why, you went sick-up
Now your mom over top of you 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he gone and that's
put it on wax in fact and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man,
Uh. You ready, nigga

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

[Mr.
Who the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")
Call the cops tryin' to on... ("Mister.")
Big ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")
Big ("Mister.") Fuck yo' sister
Bitch you call, she to talk 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 ounce 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'
Type: on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk that and walk it like beat cops
'Bonic all it soon as the beat drops
It's Most them niggas that got the street hot,
all y'all niggas that pray that we flop
Shit I spit,
Out in Cali in a four-point-six tippin' scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did than you ever
Real niggas hate when we spill, we too

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