Damn Dawg, sure look you ballin
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I hit licks nigga
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Yeah homey, with that one-oh piece hangin around yo' neck
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Whassup?
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I hit licks nigga
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Eighteen carat on the wrist, double digit style
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what's happenin witchu man?
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I hit licks nigga
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Pushin ?rar-ies?
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I told you dog, I hit licks nigga
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[Mack 10]
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I Inglewood swing like a king, cause my pockets is the fattest
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The young presidential nigga with the platinum status
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Maniac Mack 10, and I'm callin all hogs
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Now who wanna test the Chickenhawk and the Dawgs?
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With the fo'-fo' knockin noodles leavin niggaz like top ramen
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And Dawg I'm dumpin everytime you're even thinkin about bombin
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This a jack move blood, hit the deck and that's real
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You need to give up your goods or get your punk ass killed
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[Road Dawgs]
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In this life I'm takin chances servin, slidin plastic
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got bitches walkin out of banks with cash advances
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I came up watchin true ballers; no one can school us
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I've seen fools go from mule-rs to U-Haul-ers
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Stay strapped for the get back; plus I use it
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to jack hustlers and kidnappers *woman screaming*
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Every since my Dawg died, I put mo' licks in the mix
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Another motherfucker hog tied
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in the trunk of the Continental (how you do dat)
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Trix are for kids, when I'm finished check his dental (check it)
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Step up to spit slugs on him, fool stole from me
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I had to plug on him (we know his whereabouts)
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No more hesitatin, no more debatin no more waitin
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We gotta take him, shake him for his Dayton's
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Empty the clip and desecrate him, verbatim
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(Kill that nigga yo) You hatin, we gotta fade em
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Chorus: Road Dawgs
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You don't want none (Westsiders we riders)
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Licks, it's all about stacks and stocks
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Max with glocks
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[Mack 10] as my lifetime is tickin
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Comin up strong, lickin and flippin chickens
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Chorus
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[Road Dawgs]
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Huh, it be the season for lickin (right)
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Much love to my thug niggaz and drug dealers
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(Hell yeah (nigga) make way)
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for the handler hawkin fingers, bell ringers, bringers
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on the real, when I stick steel in your grill
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with the intent to kill you bout to get your cap peeled
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Glock in the hand of a mack, I'm a hundred and jack
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Kill for the crack, sell it and steal it right back
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Set your mindstate, into murders and po-po
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California's ruthless... keep the fo'-fo'
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Straight dumpin out a fo'-do'
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in the city with the Damu rip, and cholo
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G's wearin Polo, doin their 'do low
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When I strike, you're stuck, I attack like Cujo
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It's do or die for da meanest
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in a gang like this nigga, fuck all freaks!
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[Mack 10]
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Since dope is the game, I guess I found my niche
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Got everybody trippin how quick I got rich
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First Mack used to struggle, but now it's mo' betta
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I got to meet mo' niggaz, so I made mo' chedda
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Now my whole umbrella check doe like a teller
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Went from a quota rock nigga, to a big bird seller
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Got the spot straight vacant what's to be made a nigga make it
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And what a nigga ain't makin, you best believe a nigga takin
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Chorus
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[Road Dawgs]
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I'm a motherfuckin menace, mashin through Lennox
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up to Venice down in Henny's, chasin it with Guinness
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All one, greed in my eyesite stay G'd
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and make em bleed nigga what that I like
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Gangsta love, slippin on my gloves
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Turn into eleven showin they sevens and the dove
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Who the Dawgs in your house? Comin through your doors
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and your windows, layin niggaz out
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[Mack 10]
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I can see clearly now, let the bullshit fade
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Niggaz can't paid caught up in the masquerade
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So I mash and hoo-ride when it's time to collide
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And keep a big fat heater cause it's cold outside
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I flash like boo-ya, won't hesitate to DO ya
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A nigga like me a straight junkie for MOO-la
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One-Oh all about the doe the dividends and the funds
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Makin hons pull they guns and fuckin two-one-one's (beyitch!)
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[Road Dawgs]
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I been exposed to this lavish life gangsta shit
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And I suppose I'm 'posed to have a nice major grip
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So give it up motherfucker! You got
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one more time with that flip mouth then I'm buckin ya
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Check it in homey, keys and cash
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Don't make me act afool and blast your brains all over that dash
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Another bloody situation |