*featuring Daz Dillinger
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Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!
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[Daz]
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Y'all niggas get ready to get high!
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What we doin in here y'all, huh?
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Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin
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Drinkin, c'mon
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[HOOK:]
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This for my niggas on the east coast rollin
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Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin
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All my niggas in the street wit caine
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Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up
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This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin
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Six-four rollin, three wheel motion
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All my dogs on the block just loc'n
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Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up
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[Verse 1]
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B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again
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I'm in the club with the fifth again
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West coast niggas sippin gin
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East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
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I'm in the back where it's dark as hell
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Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L
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And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
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Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for
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Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
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I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash
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I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes
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I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke
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I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones
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Til the, feds come get me air out guns
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From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 2]
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I'm on the block til the pack get sold
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Don't pack just roll
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Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'
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Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold
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Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold
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All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's
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SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes
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That's right fuck coppers holmes
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We bust choppers holmes
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We on the block sent them choppers on
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Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased
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That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets
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Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks
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That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
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Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks
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To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
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From pickin up bitches, hittin switches
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St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo
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[HOOK]
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[Verse 3]
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All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails
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Say fuck they PD's and duck jail
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Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts
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Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
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You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie
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Don't gangsta lookie
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Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie
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Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me
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What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
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Call state to the Staples Center
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The four quake'll put staples in ya
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Nigga zip up your stomach
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Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em
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That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
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Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks
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To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
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From pickin up bitches, hittin switches
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St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo
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[HOOK 2X]
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[Daz]
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Yeah, (I make 'em walk)
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Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)
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Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)
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For life, do it like that, put your hands up!
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(Kurupt)
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Make them switches bounce nigga
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California put your hands up nigga
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Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
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Don't play no games fool
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And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em
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Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
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Bouncin, bouncin...
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For My Niggaz
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Beanie Sigel |