ft. Jay Rock
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
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Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
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Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
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Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
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Chilling cool-cool with you
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Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
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Chilling cool-cool with you
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Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
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Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
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Forced by my third leg
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Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips
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Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit
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It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer, hit the licks
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Get NUT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique
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Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
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See, my cripping done spread around the world
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Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer
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Looking like the reaper in your driveway
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Straight spoon your living room
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Liable to drive-by on a summer day
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July 4th will be in June
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Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
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The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know
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Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
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The sound that the drums seen
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
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Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
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Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
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Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
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Chilling cool-cool with you
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Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
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Chilling cool-cool with you
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Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
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Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen
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Shells through a nigga, bad ring when they crack lean
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Stop a dream in its tracks, beam down
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Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
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Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body
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A$AP Rocky, want it, I could get it
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Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
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Diamond on my Rollie keep a nigga ass frigid
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Looking at the time, been winning for a minute
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See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?
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Seen the souls long gone before I got them
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He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper
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Looking like the reaper in your driveway
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Straight spoon your living room
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Liable to drive-by on a summer day
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July 4th will be in June
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Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
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The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know
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Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
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The sound that the drums seen
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
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Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
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Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
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Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
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Chilling cool-cool with you
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Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
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Chilling cool-cool with you
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Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
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Tell me more about it in the gutter
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Where it started with the cripping
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Blue on campus know it happened
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Tell me more about it in the gutter
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Where it started with the cripping
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Then the bloods done got it braccing
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I'm just an East side nigga
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Where them niggas say, "Show you what it be like, nigga"
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Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
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Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
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Handle bars ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds
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Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins
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Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good
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Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?
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We never heard of you, walking with the murderers
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Niggas that'll murder you, steal you like a burglar
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Seen the souls long gone before I got them
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He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper
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Los Awesome
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| ScHoolBoy Q |
