| I’ma kick a hole lot of doze wide open for my kin-folk
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| Just because we back a lot of people, think we’re nin-four
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| Maniac, rat attack, take a fat sac and that dope that you’re
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| Snatch from the Rappin' 4-tay track
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| And lace it, chasing like it was the Master Glip
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| I had to switch upon all this gang
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| Cause suckers think that the battle
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| Was an on still from the free-style fill
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| Where Im coming from, because the player life is so real
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| Killers on the straw, from Frisco to the O'
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| Back to Sacramento from Lay-ho and San-ho
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| Say litts, have a party and parlay
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| Now we can do it you’re way, let’s do it my way
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| A place of O. G marve, and gay of in the background
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| Sipping on corniac, illiac, it’s goin down
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| Flip more papper that the envy even touch
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| From the Hammer to Diaffers, that you franked
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| That you chuked fucked up
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| New Trump, brand new funk
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| Keep the pocket full of California skunk
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| That ninety five shit gon always bump
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| For ninety six we’re gon flip the script
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| And break em of some new trump
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| New Trump, brand new funk
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| Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk
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| The moe' screw track gon always bump
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| For ninety six we’re gon flip the script
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| And break em of some new trump
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| Lil Fly:
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| Trubows, go, Fila head to toe
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| Bossoliny brimmen come that player little fly ho
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| Ooh, You did know I own the record label
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| Everytime I go to Vegas you can catch me at the crab table
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| Where I be breaking em', shaking em', takeing em', face em' taolin
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| Talking loud, drinking wild, Cali' style profiling
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| Me come on handeling all situations
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| Takeing edvanitch of my bidness' from my daughters education
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| Kick back relax, counting ten thousands dollar stacks
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| Check my mail box, flip the script, here goes the most scratch
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| Now peep my ladle moma, try to get her skies on
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| Bitch you’re broke as hell, so you know you best to speed on
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| Cause you get nuthin' less you push em' on the table first
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| Drop your juicy thief or pay on fliesin' for the nine six
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| Giving it true, comeing new, the niggers black folks
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| Young players throw your hands in the air
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| If you can feel this grove
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| New Trump, brand new funk
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| Keep the pocket full of California skunk
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| That ninety five shit gon always bump
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| For ninety six we’re gon flip the script
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| And break em of some new trump
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| New Trump, brand new funk
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| Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk
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| The moe' screw track gon always bump
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| For ninety six we’re gon flip the script
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| And break em of some new trump
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| What you thought, I couldn’t come again
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| With the mainy raw prosection
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| From the badder new jorke
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| To my folks out in Texas
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| Im countly talking about bread, they say money ain’t everything
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| And the hustlars supposted to be get
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| Ima flip, and trip, ill up in some profhet
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| Every player nation wide try to keep a fat pocket
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| On the first of fifteen, everybody try to come up
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| The fed and snitch and sucker dead for try to run up
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| A cumolate pappers kinda lock the dissies
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| Especially for a player to use, to flip and gees, and keys
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| Sucker please, different chock for different folks
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| See, Im just one of them players who can’t stand beeing broke
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| Gots to come back quick like Mario and Dreddy
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| Tripling up the papper chase, try to keep it feddy
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| Five hundred thousand gold, one million platinum
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| Keep your plats and be check, and best believe Ima keep raping
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| New Trump, brand new funk
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| Keep the pocket full of California skunk
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| That ninety five shit gon always bump
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| For ninety six we’re gon flip the script
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| And break em of some new trump
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| New Trump, brand new funk
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| Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk
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| The moe' screw track gon always bump
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| For ninety six we’re gon flip the script
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| And break em of some new trump |