[B.G. Talking]
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What's Happenin Mayne?
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This Lil' B.G
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Your #1 Hot Boy
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and I got my Chopper City boys ridin with me
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You know what I'm saying
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and we bout to fuck the game up on some real nigga shit. Look
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[B.G.]
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I'm official in any neck of the woods
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I could hop out on any step in any hood
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Niggaz know me and will come up and wanna fuck with me bad
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A click of niggaz with choppers in black with ski masks
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I'm a coach so I play the sideline
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Let Kizzle go and snipe at these niggaz that out of line
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I'm a hot boy, people know whats happening with me
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Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory
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I could do that, shit real round here
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Ask a nigga, all that stuntin get you killed round here
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Park the Benz, hop in the crown vict
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Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit
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I just blend in with the rest of the traffic
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You don't know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy
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It's 2004, Chopper City in this bitch
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Fuckin the game up on some real nigga shit
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[Talking]
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We still get our shine on, ya heard me
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[Chorus x2]
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We on factory, We on factory
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We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory
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We on factory, We on factory
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We took all the 22's, We on factory
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[B.G. Talking]
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Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real
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Nigga What's Happenin
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[Hakim]
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I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out
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Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth
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I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house
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Now I know how I'm livin with real thugs in my house
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If I ain't on chrome, your bitch still gonna jock me (Fa Real)
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Man I'm on fact and that nigga still gonna knock me
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You hate niggaz, y'all really need to stop it
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I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet
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My wrist worth 20, Neck worth 20
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Earrings worth 10, bitch the whip cost 100
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100 in the case, 17 in the glock
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Two million where I stay, 20 bricks on the block
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I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker
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Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster
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A 100% real nigga, look me up and down
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Located in Chopper City, G'd Up in Soulja Town
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[Chorus]
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[Gar]
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Fuck pushing 10 whips, I spin in the wide track
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Bitches still get side-tracked
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Ain't got my ass out, ride class course, they pass out
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Been tossin brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle
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Actually factory got me with a whole faculty
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I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps
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They love trap but don't need to tell
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and the bullets sell and your body in hell
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and shot 'em villians and pulled off alot
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in big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers
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thats how I'm peelin but I'm still the pigeon from runnin straight
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[Sniper]
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Low, Low, 4-Door, Something tinted up on factory
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I'm Lo Pro, foul, dicksuckers no longer be harassin me
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Niggaz actually trippin thinking a nigga
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Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits
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and the set of sprewells, man they slippin
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I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me
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With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me
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But people hacking me, they just be passing me
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I just got my package from the west right back to the east
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[Chorus]
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[Ziggler The Wiggler]
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Yeah, You pullin up at the light
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Your rims looking good
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You got them spinners
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But when your hoe asks you to take her out
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You can't even afford I-Hop
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You pullin up at the club
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Jumping out with brand new shirts on
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And she say gimme some money
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You can't even keep your phone on
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Nigga we on factory behind them old 10s
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with 20 stacks in our pocket nigga
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This Ziggler the Wiggler baby
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and we kicking the door open for some real niggaz
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You understand me, Guess what?
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All them real niggaz, you got a chance now baby
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and we out, oh boy
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Factory
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B.G. |