Capo, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet)
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Eastside (code red) say what, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet)
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DipSet, Byrd Gang
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[Hook]
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Catch that boy Capo
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Cruising up 8th with the top low, and the cops low, (Squalie)
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I'm a DipSet boss
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You don't wanna get clapped get caught up in the cross, (dip low)
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And I'm caught up in the floss
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Chain 500 thou' cause I'm brought up in the gloss, (Balling)
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And I'm caught up in the cross
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I'm a winner I ain't tryin to get caught up with a loss, (No way)
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[Verse 1]
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Now when the hell would it stop (never)
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I keep evading the law getting tailed by the cops (Fuck 'em)
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I keep breakin the law got a bail on spot
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You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot, (sizzlin')
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Goin hard for 16
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Livin that fast life like I'm made for the big screen, (Lights, Camera, Action)
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And y'all know how I get in the club
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A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club
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I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge
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So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin up bud (Haze)
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Got some hoes in the back and they sippin on suds
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Blowin smoke on the dough, poppin Cris' with the thugs
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Shit, I'm a boss I said
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A DipSet gangsta I don't cross my legs, (what else)
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G's up eastside code red (DipSet)
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Beef what, we ride low pay
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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What they gonna do with the Capo, (nothing)
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Got a hard body clique that'll shoot for the Capo, (that's right)
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When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo, (Eastside)
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Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo, (You know)
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Now a days all it pays to come jukin them macho's, (say what)
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The other half must think I'm suite cause I gato, (Fuck 'em)
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Or maybe its because I keep pants off my ass, (kiss my ass)
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I am my own boss, I only answer for cash, (you hear that)
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I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge, (Fuck bullies)
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And I'm tryin to duck the law dogs I'm getting indicted
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They done showed me the money shit the kid got excited
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So if the kid get an inch well I'm takin a yard
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And if the kid do get bitch well I'm takin a yard
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(that's right the life nigga) That's till the day that I'm charged
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We be leavin out the club my crew racin the cars
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Who's at your favorite broad
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city (what else)
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Dancing in the spot with my hammer getting pissy
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One hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy, (gangsta)
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I kicked my G mac tryin to slip her a mickie
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Lord help the boy they tryin get me (what else)
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Always pull me over they be dyin to frisk me (fuck 'em)
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Car smell like weed and I be reakin of liquor, (always)
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Told me I was free but they see I'm the nigga, (just mad at me)
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I gotta leave 'em one bigger
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I said I'm from a hood where police getting hit up
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Get up, lets not make it a issue
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But if a nigga piss me off I'm goin straight to the pistol, (that's for sho')
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Then we could make it official
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Next time you see ya mom, won't be awake when she kiss you, (My baby)
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I'm just tryin to get some paper
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And avoid all the haters
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[Hook]
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J.I.M.M.Y.
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| Jim Jones |
