Come on y'all, hey
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And this how we gon' do it
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How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
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Ho's get down like you live you know the business
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How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
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Ho's get down like you live...
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Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin' with these
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Muthafuckas always makin' the cheese
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187's for the triggers we squeeze
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Fool please, like a bitch
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Drop to your knees
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Be the bad-ass fool in the game
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All the ho's be scream my name
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Throwin' that ass, it's a damn shame
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Must the game
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So a nigga be bringin' the pain
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Ho's
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Still stand too tall and never fallin'
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Player haters perpetrate
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Standin' too close because we ballin'
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No competition
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But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0
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Lay back in the cut
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Get sucked and fucked
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By a gang of hoodrat ho's
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Thought you knew
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The way we bring it to you it's on the real
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From the days of wayback packin' my strap
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On the West Side of the hill
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Always chill with a gang of ho's
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Cluck cluck pesos everyday
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Be the bomb, show you love
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So all the skirts head my way
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P-A-I-D, no T-L-C
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Hell no, we never beg
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Take the dick down your throat
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Don't choke and open up them legs
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Nuff said
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Presidents dead cause you know
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That be's the business
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Get down like you live cause y'all check it, what what is this
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How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
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Ho's get down like you live you know the business
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How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
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Ho's get down like you live you know the business
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How you likin' me now, hey
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How you likin' me now, uh, geah one two
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How you likin' me now, geah, hey, geah
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I know the story's all the same
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But the names have changed so y'all can peeps my mission
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Nigga gone off the weed
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Tryin' to feed with speed and take my damn position
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Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on
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While he stabbin'
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I'm laughin'
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My nigga just got his duck on
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Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong
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With a pocket full of stones
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Rib bones and greenery, that's blown
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Home grown, watch your tone
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Homeboy you can't be from round here
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Westside 'bout it 'bout it, we blowin' chronic all year
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No fear
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For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts
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Don't fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon' get hurt
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More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin' cheese, you know?
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And y'all can't fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0
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If you knew
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Then I guess its your time to straight go
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While you layin' in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho'
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I thought you knew
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About this time
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We gotta get money
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I gotta get mine
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Chorus...
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Hey
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Come on y'all
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Half Ounce in the house one time
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Come on y'all, hey
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X-fact's in the house two times
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Come on y'all, hey
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How you likin' us now, geah
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Kind of Pimpish
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MC Eiht |