[WC]
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Nigga that shit coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga!
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[Intro? Ice Cube]
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*Keep it gangsta y'all repeated *
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My niggaz thug out
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You getting drugged out
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These bitches getting loc'ed out
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When we smoke out, cos we chromed out
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About to bomb out
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[Verse 1 ? WC]
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Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs
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Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin up the walls
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Dub-cee! The bandana president, with the gauge on the ghetto
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Rollin through y'all residents
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Runnin the scene this is the king of the cars
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Thugged out baby in my new busta's
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Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up
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Ridaz throw ya heaterz up
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Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone
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But now I'm back to get my walk on!
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Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya
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Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this motherfucker
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ˇ°Mayday, mayday!ˇ± back in charge
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*shrilling noise* calling out cars, calling out cars
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dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
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hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles
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Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and ive got my homeboy
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[Verse 2 ? MC Ren]
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Hell yeah, the motherfucking villain
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1 to the 2 to the 3 to the +Hello+
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Look at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos
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Here come the Villain with another heater
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With motherfucking Dub nigga in the two-seater
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On my nuts while I west west y'all
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Grab that microphone and I test test y'all
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Villian baritone be like all over y'all
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Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren?
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Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling
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Dub-cee! Give a fuck if these bitches don't love me
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yeah!
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[Chorus ? Ice Cube]
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I wanna bang, I wanna ride
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I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
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It's do or die
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We can ball till the wheels fall off
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And let these motherfuckers know they gotta peel us off
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[Verse 3 ? WC]
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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Upon em again and I'm er running em again, look at it
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With da-da-da-day, with da-da-da-day
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Dub rock it; let your flag hang from your back pocket
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Draw on em, on em, on em can't none of em
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Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me
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I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?
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What you could say who?
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Nigga why-I-I-I-I-I oughta smack all the spit out of you!
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Beat the shit out of you! Get at em dumping, stomping
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Dippin in the 600, saggin in my overalls blunted
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Finger and thumb it, quick run
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This gangsta shit Dub-Cee runnin
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Here son, steady pumping I come through punking
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Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them highstyles like Kobe
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So shut up and kneel to these Westside parolees
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And pass the blunt, cos none of ya'll can hold it
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[Hook X2]
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We got the niggaz (we got the bitches)
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We got the killaz (we got the riches)
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We got the dealers (we hit the switches)
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We got every fucking thing you want
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And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't
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[Verse 4 ? MC Ren]
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Who that nigga that you fucking with?
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When you want to hear some motherfucking nigger shit
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Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
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Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it
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Y'all need to quit it
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This shit legendary, fuck around with it and yo mama get buried
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Your first born and that bitch you just married!
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Who give a fuck pop that baby she just carried
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Hubbin' all black like my fucking skin tone
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How the fuck you gon talk about the villain, you a clone
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Bitin every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
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Weak motherfuckers better say us!
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So +If it Ain't Ruff+, it ain't my shit
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Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick
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Hate my clique, bitch-man cos I won't hit
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A nigga that I ain't fucking wit!
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[Hook X2]
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[All]
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Please Beelive it, please beelive it, please believe it
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Awww man gimme one mo' sip of that cognac!
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Wanna Ride (featuring Ice Cube & MC Ren)
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| W.C. |
