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Uh
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This one's fo the money
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Uh
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Verse 1
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We ridin raw '97 Suburban's wit the chrome kit
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every nigga on trigga ready to dome split
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got a million
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but still ain't satisfied
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gold thangs on every old school that we ride
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got keys
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so many g's
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bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these
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if a bitch ain't about her money man I can't fuck wit that
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got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak
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ask yo folks bitch like 40 I'm so serious about my scratch
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livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch
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from Vallejo to Sac
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pushin new Lacs an '96 Ac's
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we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack
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some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack
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from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs
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representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map
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where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack
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ridas.
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*(Chrous- C-Bo)*
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I was born in hell juss to be a rida
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wit lo-lo's an 4-4's an mo hoes fo the ridas
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keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas
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desperado outlaws do the dirt
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Verse 2
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I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch
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pushin the '9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak
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an ain't a damn thang changed about the dope game
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but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine
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from ruby 13-5's is how we get it
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cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it
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if it's money then a nigga, gots to get it
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hit it an quit it, but I ain't wit it less it's worth a mill ticket
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I'm a savage
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about my cabbage
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I gots to have it
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automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static
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got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh
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jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick
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mutha fuckaz can't hang wit the Garden Blocc gang
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packin tech's, quick to wreck brains
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I'm insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine
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to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game
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rida.
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*(Chorus)* x1
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Verse 3
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Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name
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ridin Lexus's in Texas i where my pits get trained
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mo pain
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then I proceed to gain
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like a gumbo pot full 'o sell 'em up full of caine
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got a 4-5 got a Stang I'm Major Pain inflictin pain
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no pain, no gain
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was out fo murda when I came
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don't tame mo niggaz, then a million man march
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an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart
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no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz
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mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz
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I'm real wit this, that's why they kill wit this
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young ballaz on alcohol, that'll peel yo shit
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don't try to act like you hardcore
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knowin you ain't
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Mafia's ready fo war bringin the yellow tank
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westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey
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distributin it nation wide, all across the state
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fo ridas.
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*(chorus)*
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fo ridas
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c bo |