| I'ma jump in the hardtop '86 |
| Big dog, grab like eighty bricks |
| Sixteen with a kid and a baby sister |
| Grandma sick, no babysitter |
| People used to tell me don't play with pistols |
| But I hate to listen, so I stay with pistols |
| You get out of line and the K I'm grippin' |
| Now your mama cryin', hollerin' 'bout her baby missin' |
| Say I think I'm all that and I mug a lot |
| Really get it out the mud, had to hug the block |
| Really be with ten bones, so I thug a lot |
| Run up on me, think it's funny, I'ma bust the Glock |
| Iced-out G-Shock, slangin' bricks |
| Then I pulled out the Mercedes whip (Vroom) |
| Never say it to my face, but say Gates a bitch |
| But your old lady feelin' like Gates the shit (Yeah) |
| Pass through, stuntin' in another nigga hood |
| Heard a nigga play with you, wish another nigga would (Mhm) |
| God bless my city, He protect my city |
| Wouldn't rep my city if another nigga could |
| Hoes say I'm cute, super fly |
| Dick real good between you and I |
| Best friend could've got it, sayin' you a lie |
| Left her 'lone, now she talkin' 'bout suicide |
| Who am I? Who am I? |
| I'm your type, but you're not mine (Uh-uh) |
| Don't want your number, don't need your number |
| It'd be simply a waste of time (Uh-uh) |
| Take me a trip, bring me a bitch |
| Pitbull in her skirt with the banger on her hip (Bang) |
| Three and two one-liters, I'ma drink me a six |
| Three and two one-liters, I'ma drink me a six (Ayy) |
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| I'm rockin' ice and I'm lit up like a light show |
| Sellin' white is the only life that I know |
| Super fly, women treat me like an idol |
| I don't know why, this is everywhere that I go |
| Go, this is everywhere that I go |
| I don't know why, this is everywhere that I go, oh |
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| Ten toes deep, no backin' up |
| Talk a lot of shit, but I could back it up |
| Hold the hometown down, got 'em actin' up |
| Need to book me for a show 'cause I could pack a club |
| V.I.P., see me flex |
| N-E-C-K VVS |
| 'Bout that action, we up next |
| This should be on TBS |
| B-A-L-L-I-N-G, be like that 'til I D-I-E |
| Club owners all on my name, they do not need to see ID |
| Park in the pole where the weapon be, bullshit don't be stressin' me |
| But still I feel like I'm the shit, now let's get back to the recipe |
| And copped his thoughts collectively, effectively been wreckin' beats |
| Know I sag my pants a lot, get shot if ever testin' me |
| It's interestin' when women near, I got a wife, now get it clear |
| All you could do is suck my dick, then let me wipe it in your ear |
| I'm so cold, throwed off, reckless like O-Dog |
| But live life by the old law and give stripes to no dog |
| CLS is in my section, Bimmer coupe just turned the corner |
| Some correction is deserved, you strike me wrong, I sic 'em on you |
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| I'm rockin' ice and I'm lit up like a light show |
| Sellin' white is the only life that I know |
| Super fly, women treat me like an idol |
| I don't know why, this is everywhere that I go |
| Go, this is everywhere that I go |
| I don't know why, this is everywhere that I go, oh |
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