[Verse 1 - Gonzoe]
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Collar poppin at hoes like that
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Look, I graduated from shin and shoes to gators
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Cause this year, we got a hell of a start like the Lakers
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Got real plugs, I'm a criminal, turned rapper
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Happy to sell drugs
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I'm happy we got above
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Cause others, there's places they can hurt theyselve
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And I'm stressin we took a loss from twelve
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What the hell
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That's the trouble to come along with it
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Better just forget it
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Comin new and mail the bitch out before she start slitchin
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In the night and broad daylight
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With the headlights
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Do it right, fiendin for summer chrome pipes
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T.V.'s, stutterin hoes
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Terrible weed, smoke on the O.T.
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With a workin mack and a keys, it's me
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Ritz baby, the nigga who named
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Comin up with your lady
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Drivin California crazy
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fuckin with my homie
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All y'all can die slow
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And that's the same homie I'd kill all you for
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Thats my testimony
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I'mma die with silk on me
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Amongst the criminals
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Get my money after the funeral
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Put me away for better days
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Keep hustlin
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Get that money
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Think about yesterday
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It's on
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Chorus
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[Gonzoe & King Lou]
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That's how we drivin in the car with us
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We dirty and grindin in the car with us
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This here, how we survivin in the car with us
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I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, nigga
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That's how we drivin in the car with us
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We dirty and grindin in the car with us
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This here, how we survivin in the car with us
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I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, yeah
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[Verse 2 - King Lou]
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Keepin it low hater
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Chillin, tease the tailors
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Livin major
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For who wanna know, I can't save ya
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I bring it down with no fatal or fake nature
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They try to play us
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Mad players, jealous cause they pay us
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Hater they always want to criticize
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Cause I'm only servin sacks in the mornin
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Keepin my money flowin
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Throwin product at the back door
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That's a fact though
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Get caught with crack though
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Do more than two to four
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What's the reason for the season
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Servin niggaz with heatin
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Mother fuckers is cheatin
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In this game we competin
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I'm in the lex though
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Sippin ruby with the blue beanie
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Gettin blowed by a hoe I don't know
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To smoke beedies
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Indeedy
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Get money cause I'm greedy
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Playa alert, I front work to the needy
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Niggaz stay cheesy
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Gotta get my green
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And the car that I drive on the scene
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You rollin with us? C'est la vie
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Chorus
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[Verse 3 - Gonzoe]
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I hit the world first
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Prayin to God 'unlift the curse'
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What's worse, move the turf
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Pay your homage on the first
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Of course
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While I sort my thoughts with Newport's
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And do pour, you short hit from dick
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Came for ya, you can't stick it
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Stretch half a chick and what's next
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Crack her down, get in position
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Let the things do they glistenin
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Keep flippin
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Couldn't beat it outta me
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Do away with me
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I'll go to my grave
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With the anthology
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Camaraderie
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You made me (you made me)
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To appreciate this liquor nigga and get crazy! (crazy)
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I'm livin my last days
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You went out
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Blaze with the rest
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You eatin with the enemy
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Aim for the head they got vests
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Livin my last days of death
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There's nothing left
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Until they lay me down
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I won't rest, I won't rest
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I'm a fuckin soldier
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(variations of chorus until end)
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In the Car With Us
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| Gonzoe |
