(Uhh uhh)
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[DJ Quik]
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Aiy, can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)
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Say gangsta shit (Gangsta shit)
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Can you say gangsta shit? (Gangsta shit)
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Say gangsta shit (I ain't sayin no mo')
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We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
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We bout to step up - and move on, ha hah!
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We bout to step up - and move on, y'know
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We bout to step up, hmm..
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Now I still be knockin bitches like it ain't shit (it ain't shit)
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Because I'm dynamic, I program it, and make a hit
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Whether I'm in Dada jeans or crape silk slacks
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Flyness be the reason that my shit cracks, cause
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when I'm on the beats I'm fuckin all y'all up (all y'all up)
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Then I get up on the mic and scoop up all your mutts (all your mutts)
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I make you so saditty bitches wanna shake y'all butts
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(shake y'all butts) And you make you ballin niggaz wanna grab your lux
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Hangin with bangin niggaz that bring the heat for real
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And if you ain't gotta make a chip on my beats no deal
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Cus I negotiate everything with no fuss (fuss!)
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Spend 20 G's on my record, it's gold - plus (plus!)
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Fuckin every competitor on the stage - up (up!)
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Then I come to your city and get laid - up (up!)
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Give it everything I got to stay paid - up (up!)
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And if you feelin a nigga then say whaaat? (What!)
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[Hook: James Debarge]
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As we mooove toward the light
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With broads on our right (broads on our right)
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And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
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Put aside our prestige (prestige)
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We're really M-A-D (lit up)
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From the cage to the stage we come to play
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[DJ Quik] AMG let 'em know
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[AMG]
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Wit more bounce than a b-ball, me and Q see-saw
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Thick or slim, I clown hoes wit a hee-haw
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Relax, the Roley's real
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Cartier tank, platinum and steel
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I'll buzz up in the club, now I'm up in the hill
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Headquarters, look at how we footin the bill
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Crem de la crem, who you with? Baby girl him?!
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Hop yo' ass in the rag Jag, come to the gym
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I ain't wit you fo' love, uh uh
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Cause if I wasn't me, you'd probably be callin me a scrub
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But you love the marble tubs, and the marble flo's
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You'se a copper bitch, tryin to be a platnum hoe
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Head to toes, and dont nobody wear no Girbauds no mo'
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Take that shit back; baby have a six pack
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I cant even say no more, where my dick at?
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[Hook: James Debarge]
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As we mooove toward the light
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With broads on our right (broads on our right)
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And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
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Put aside our prestige (prestige)
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We're really M-A-D (we lit up!)
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From the cage to the stage we come to play (we come to play)
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[DJ Quik]
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Ay.. we been doin this shit since we was little boys
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So don't even trip us nigga, do your own shit
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Gettin down for the crown ain't a puzzle for me
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And you bitch niggaz can't put a muzzle on me
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Cus when I'm gone on the vodka and the grape juice
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I make the world rock when I let a tape loose
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They say ghetto niggaz is desperate and we shiesty
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But I turn down every celebrity bitch I see
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Choppin game with my nigga Mr. AMG
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And poppin dames in the coochie if it's F-A-T, fo' sho'
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[AMG]
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Tres-zero-cuatro, I got cho'
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lady friends with new Mercedes mint (What?)
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All five-double-oh's, watch these pretty toes
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Hoes getint liquified (nut up) mystified (shut up)
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Stick and slide, if I mince my ride (hey)
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I'ma play you forever, wood and the leather
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Me and DJ Q, and the rest of the crew
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(Quik and AMG, yeah it's plain to see)
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We make G's like Donald T, bitch!
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(We make G's like Donald T, bitch!)
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[Hook: James Debarge]
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As we mooove toward the light (Oww!)
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With broads on our right (with broads on our right)
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And haters to the left we part the way (we part the way)
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Put aside our prestige (oh yeah)
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We're really M-A-D (we lit up)
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From the cage to the stage (Quik and AMG)
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we come to play (we come to play)
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[DJ Quik] And play well
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[AMG]
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We come to play
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How you gon' play without us baby?
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We do our thing
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10 years in the game
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And ain't nuttin changed
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Q, tell them how we feel, nigga
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We Came 2 Play
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| DJ Quik |
