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Hennessy! (Hindu)
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Pass it!
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(Ahhh)
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It's yo life.
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It's yo life.
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It's yo life.
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Ballin, hit the scene.
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Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)*
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Get yo grind on man.
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(Get yo grind on)
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Get yo scrilla on
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(The scrilla, scratch, paper)
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Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
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I won't let it phase me
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this the game mayne
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an this is my domain
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make a couple of bomb
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shit this ain't the same
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now I'ma send this repetension
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I'm supposed to have G's
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so, all eyes is on me
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I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin
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but a 50 couple of mo hoes
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and major playa hatin
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a nigga can't win for losin
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I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do
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but I'm hustlin the same thing as you
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nigga I came to the Town already
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the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin
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fuck that
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hit me if ya wanna
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mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner
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Wanna see me?
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You know where I hang
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where I used to slang caine
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an got my first case for a thang-thang
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about keepin shit real
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this it nigga
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get yo mail on
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stay away from all this bitch shit
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I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody)
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but off the hook
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I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you)
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I got a question
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serious as thee
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Why's everybody always hatin on me?
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Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)
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Get yo grind on man.
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(I'm the pusha, pusha man.)
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Get yo scrilla on.
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(The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.)
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Get yo pimp on man.
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(I keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
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Get yo scrilla on.
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(I need my money right now bitch.)
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Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
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West coastin
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Pacific Ocean
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niggas in Oakland
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cut close to sellin dope an high
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smokin until a nigga stop chokin
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get broken off
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for tryin to spit a razor blade out
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then whip the gage out
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an blow him rib cage out
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I got my fetti
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hit up Casino's like Joe Pesci
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the get away ridin a jet skit
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I'm double 0-7, Golden Eye
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gold mouth, golden finga
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ass out while I'm holdin Nina
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I remember when I used to sell dope
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makin 20 off a Note
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task smash an grab a nigga by the throat
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but I swallowed it
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an you can spit it out
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when they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out
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now I'm on some mo'
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Rolex
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Moet
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X-O
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mo sex than the next hoe
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tote Tech's when we rollin (skee skirt)
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it's the creamery
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hit the scenery
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so cleanery
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on chrome eighteens rollin the greenery.
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*(Chorus)* 1x
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Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
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I hate you
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and you hate me
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to slang I-C-E
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but I see me
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bubblin mo than thee
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to be or not to be
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(That's the question)
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Like Shakespeare
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You inturrupt my struggle and I make fear.
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Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
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Stayed on the West Coast
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the best coast
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still yo ass full of guest coast
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Bitches!
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Get yo neck choked
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Niggas!
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Get yo chest smoked
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same thing for nay fiends
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these nay fiends
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hoe want bankin
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thankin they bitch ass cuz it's stankin.
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Verse 5 *(Numskull)*
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I'm stankin like X-O
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staggering my whole life through me
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I'm headed to the west like Fievel
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I know where I'm supposed to be like compass'
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no matter where the fuck you from
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yo bitch is bumpin this.
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Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*
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Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!!
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Straight margerin
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niggas be starvin in the drought
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puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house
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Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola
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stackola on the up an up
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I can't be fuckin up.
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*(Chorus)* 1x
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*(Dru Down's outro)*
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Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga!
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(Biatch!)
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Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know
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(EASTSIDE!!)
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steady grindin.
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(The Vill in this mutha fucka!)
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Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know.
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(Biatch!)
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Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?
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Live Yo Life
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Luniz |