This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy tha chop
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(FIRSTVERSE)
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I¡¯m with my momma rant-a-car with ten and a half pounds
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No DL's, an endless amount of rounds
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With my mind on my mansion, I¡¯m smashin about the town
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You thought I was a hog? Wait till I clown now
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Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty
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And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me
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'cos I¡¯m nifty with the milly when the torch is on
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And Play every play like its fourth and long
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Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig
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It dont take much, to split a fools wig
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See im only one shot from making the headlines
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So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines
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Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode
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A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal
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And this is aint nathin new to me
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Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!)
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And this is aint nathin new to me
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Capitalize on opportunity
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(Which way did he go?)
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(Which way did he go?)
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(Which way did he go?)
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(CHORUS)
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This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop
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This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop
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(SECOND VERSE)
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This old shit aint new to me
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I¡¯m rockin stolen jewelry
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Try to chill so I leave the bay
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Did dirt with it now I gotta keep the K
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Bash a dude¡¯s wig over baby bash
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He my smokin nephew, we be checkin brazin cash
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We kept G¡¯s on the omni floor
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Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer
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Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off
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I don¡¯t like that bammer, I don¡¯t wanna cough
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You got to watch every step
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P walk and pull out a teck
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I thought you knew I¡¯m a vet
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Let loose and threw up my set
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A-W-A-X to Latex
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Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne.
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(CHORUS)
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This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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(THIRD VERSE)
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Now it¡¯s that pimpin ass Gringo
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Bitch is you single?
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I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window
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Bay area lingo, iz what a playa blessed with
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Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with
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So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya
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Come around me again and ima murder ya
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I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town
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A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down
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Get up in the brain, take over the soul
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4 G's a night, I¡¯m ready to roll
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A big long black hella beat in the trunk
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Baby kick back its hella heat for the funk
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A dare a mutha fucker, a step to the low
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One too many drinks, now he¡¯s gettin a roll
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So??? Tell them get this
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It¡¯s JT, I¡¯m a dog when I spit this
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(CHORUS)
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This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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This is aint nothing new to me
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Look at what they do to me
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Need to Chill, try to stop
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Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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Tha Chop
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Baby Bash |