[Defari]
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Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
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Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys
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It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli
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and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer
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They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks
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Shot the lights out at the championship
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Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money clip's
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full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed
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Rap niggaz, we different individuals
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Elevate the level of the music and the visuals
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It's do or die, I need a +Priest+, call +Superfly+
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Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and I
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I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight
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Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit
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Everyday, every night's a saloon
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Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes
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[Chorus: Goldie Loc]
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Love when when you're out there on the ave
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When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half
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My Romeo's step down on the pedal
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my back keeps on scrapin the metal
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I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion
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with my rimz and tirez
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[Xzibit]
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I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh (hell naw)
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Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death
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I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left
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Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess
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Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk
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of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!)
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I ain't goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up
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my loved ones to get loose and hop the fence
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It ain't hard to look hard, snatch up a catalogue
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Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard (yeah!)
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But one day, you gon' feel it (what?)
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I'm a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds, I can kill it
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A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the crossfire
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The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire
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My empire roll rimz and tirez
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Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, muh'fuckers
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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Ride along, with my rimz and tirez
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Side along
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[Kokane]
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Mr. Recycler (what?) I'm lookin for a sixty-two Chevy
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and she kinda bad, threw him six and I was read'
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(Whatchu want me to do?) To get spic and span
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Man I'm glad you came and got me from that old white man (good lookin)
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He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps
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(bzzt) but everybody in the hood can't jump (bzzt)
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And I change colors when the sun hit me
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Fix me up, now my owner wanna slang me for 50?
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Bling bling, now I belong to a Japanese
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And they was quick to throw me in the magazines
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I make money (huh?) I never broke down, fools trippin
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(Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dippin?
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(None) Afraid to get that ass caught slippin (why?)
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For me it was an easy task
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I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash
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Fool (peep game) I was born to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah
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[Chorus] - 2X
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[ad libs to end]
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Rimz & Tirez
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| Defari |
