[Hook]
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Too high, canĄ¯t come down
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Losing my head, spinning round and round
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Round and round
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Round and round
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[Verse 1: Game]
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Back to the hoes
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Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
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Cadillac and a coupe
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See them niggas hatin from afar, canĄ¯t catch em know
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But they getting smacked when we do
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Ra ta ta like we snoop
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Crown on the vic
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Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
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And a couple crowns on my crew
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Keeping pounds of the blue
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Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
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Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
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The trunk got a body in it
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Niggas be like he bodying it
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Ziplock full of JĄ¯s, closet full of JĄ¯s walking on my crib and heĄ¯s Scotty in it
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Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
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8 gold chains like itĄ¯s already in it
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Murder with the ink, IĄ¯m Gotti in it
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DonĄ¯t get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
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Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
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Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
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I ainĄ¯t never holly that but I got a Maserati in it
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ThatĄ¯s my new addition, nobody in it
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Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
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So much money, got a money tree
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Whoop so many niggasĄ¯ ass, shit we money team
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Same fuck niggas with they hand out
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Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skeme
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Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
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Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
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Callin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse
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ĄŽCus Compton ainĄ¯t like the city of commerce
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No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
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Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars
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But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black though
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Now hold that thought
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Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
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Motherfuckers wanna act loco
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Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
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Pray for me, IĄ¯ll make 30
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Desert, even my nails dirty
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Everything on life and IĄ¯d die for it
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Made a mill, you ainĄ¯t even know it
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Tell Iluminati IĄ¯m down for it
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Call Jigga, I'm next nigga
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Some niggas my new litter
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Fuck the world on earth day
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Her booty clap on my birthday
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I would take the cake but IĄ¯ve been paid
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IĄ¯m a real nigga, youĄ¯s arcade
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Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
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Smoked plenty weed on my mamaĄ¯s couch
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Now IĄ¯m going big, I can buy the house
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You sound water down, I sound of an ounce
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See this for those who say "where you from"
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If those hoes who gonna make me cum
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With them fuck niggas we donĄ¯t fuck around
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And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung
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Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum
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If the bed low IĄ¯mma stack the crumb
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Up the contraband in-between my gun
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Before smoking dope I was selling coke
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Well rocked up to a 8 year old
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When it popped up, call it pot luck
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500 GĄ¯s, nigga pretty please
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Condos, where itĄ¯s sun and trees
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10 keys with my 8 GĄ¯s
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Hoover hats like the star of David
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Pull on shots unless kidney faded
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Ran up on 'em, I ain't doin aimin'
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Move out the set but the set IĄ¯m banging
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Skeme]
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Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it
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West side eagles and I ainĄ¯t budging
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Independent niggas with no budget
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If it ainĄ¯t about a dollar gotta change subjects
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Rap ass niggas ainĄ¯t sayin nothing
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This flow here, niggas canĄ¯t touch it
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Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
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Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
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Sox gang off in the streets
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10 hut, big squads are with me
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See niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gym
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But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
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Can I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to me
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Killin these niggas, IĄ¯m a general nigga
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Turn yo head to target for free
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Now IĄ¯m on, look at me
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Started, started with them pistols and palm trees
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Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that thatĄ¯s all me
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See the set catch rap
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When I slide through throwin up a bill
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And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please
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This S to the K to the E to the M nigga
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New Rolls go vroom nigga
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Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
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Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
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And IĄ¯m all in these, had 100 a go
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Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
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Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
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But I ainĄ¯t got, still got 100 to go
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And I do it, I does it
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I swear that you love it
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I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
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Play with you rappers, my nigga
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This black mack
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Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it
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[Hook]
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[Welcome To California]
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[Intro: Too Short]
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Welcome to California bitch
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Welcome to California bitch
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[Hook 2]
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SkiĄ¯s not the only place
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Sounds like a BS
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I know another place
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Where you canĄ¯t stop the shining
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You canĄ¯t stop the shining
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You canĄ¯t stop the shining
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You canĄ¯t stop the shining
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[Verse 4: Game]
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Nigga done run everywhere
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Left trails in my city everywhere
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But nowhere like home
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C-O-M-P-T-O-N on
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Bitch come and dust my throne
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Stand from grandmotherĄ¯s porch to my executive Porsche
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Now IĄ¯m driving through London alone
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With a Parisian bitch
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Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
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Where we goin?
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What we doin?
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Fly to Johannesburg
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Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
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On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
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You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit
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Everywhere around the world and thatĄ¯s cool
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But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through
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My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
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Move to back to Compton shit, we are too
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Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two
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Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you
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And the very next day where Pac met his fate
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ItĄ¯s how we live our life, surrounded by tape
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Pause
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[Verse 5: Game]
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Where the angels fly, city of angelsĄĻ I will never let you down
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Kill anything approaching my crown
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Still undefeated
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ThatĄ¯s why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
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But donĄ¯t get it confused, said he still got moves
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Where the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like Sal
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Like Durant in a dream then IĄ¯m right back down Compton avenue in a Buick
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If you had the hot niggas put a bullet through it
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And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it?
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Would you do it?
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If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it?
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Would you be from great street or would you Piru it?
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HereĄ¯s my red raggers thatĄ¯s ainĄ¯t nothing to it
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There go the 60Ą¯s, motherfucker good luck
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(Welcome to California bitch)
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They were the 60Ą¯s, motherfucker good luck
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[Verse 6: Schoolboy Q]
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From the corner where that ho said that hit kat
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Short dress, hair down her bizac
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You know me with my thumb in my index
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Nah, I ainĄ¯t bloodin nigga
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Pass blunts to my cousins nigga
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Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river
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High power, you a amish liver
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Cali dro in my lungs and such
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Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
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My shoe box shouldĄ¯ve been a armored truck
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Everything good, feeling marvelous
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Came to the city, that you honored us
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You donĄ¯t talk me a game, no game homie
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Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
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Uh, Mr. 3rd degree
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Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
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Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
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Now I rep the floor until the ending uh
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Smoking on ills cuz IĄ¯m winnin
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Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit
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Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes
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Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
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No Cali J, I still ran all blow
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All in the trim, straight lookin like you
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Free tattoo
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[Verse 7: Schoolboy Q]
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IĄ¯m in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
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Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence
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Might die on the freeway
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Hey, much love to the he way, aye
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Watch you know about LA?
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(Welcome to California bitch)
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Stay low from the comas
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Make a right fore they dome us
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(Welcome to California bitch)
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Stay low from the comas
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Make a right fore theyĄĻ
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[Hook 2]
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[Verse 8: Skeme]
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Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
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And I swear IĄ¯mma bring her to the set if she will
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And if I do the pussy better killin
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Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills
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These niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be real
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I came up in a world where itĄ¯s kill or be killed
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I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still
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Just give a dick, never covered a bill
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This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
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Bands on them bitches, getting MĄ¯s on them bitches
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Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
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Last long like IĄ¯m using extends on them bitches
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IĄ¯m a native, I got real niggas with me
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Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
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Middle fingers for the peace
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Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
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Man come and get me out
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[Hook 2]
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Astronaut Pussy / Welcome To California
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| The Game |
