[Hook:]
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Just another day out in sunny LA
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There's dealers in the streets and the coppers don't play
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Got my 501 jeans, my crew neck sweater
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Saggin' in my pants cause I don't know better
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In any weather we stay the flyest
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Killas on my side case u suckas wanna try us
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Numbers in my phone, I'm so player
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Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
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I might run for mayor
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Nigga ask your momma I'm a muthafuckin' player
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If I see your girlfriend starin', I'm a take her
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That's word to my cousin up in Oakland with the scraper
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501 jeans yeah that's my flavor
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Crew neck sweaters in the club, fuck a blazer
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Button up under case the bouncer is a hater
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Straight to the bar for a couple shots of jaeger
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If I see a nice thin light skin I'm a game her
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Tell her I'm big Mibbs and I'm runnin' for mayor
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She digs my speeds and guess where I'm a take her
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Back to the crib where I can blaze her
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Modern Joe Frazier second round knock out
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When I pull the cock out, baby see you later
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I think around 8 or 9 I'm a wake her up
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Kick her out, then go pick up my paper
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[Hook]
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I might run for mayor
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Cruise through the city in a booger green pacer
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Got ya girl with me, I'm so player
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Pullin' hoes since Bo Jackson was a Raider
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Everything's tailored, from the Chuck Taylor's
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Check the steering wheel in my car, that's gator
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Sip liquor straight, I don't need chasers
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Drink a pint of hen, I'm cursin' like a sailor
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I'm so major, sit back and watch me
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Bought my 501's and my sweater from the swap meet
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Music up loud, coppers wanna stop me
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Mad cause I'm young black makin' that broccoli
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Hangin' with the possie, niggas wanna copy
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But I'm too fly so the squares can't jock me
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Watch how they jock me, I'm so player
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Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
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[Hook]
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Yeah I might run for mayor
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I'm scandalous with the papers
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LA county, the planet of the gangsters
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Get ya cameras and tapers
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Ya boy hustle hard like Rambis for the Lakers
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Riding by zoom but we boom with the base muffle
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Fly as a space shuttle, cool as a rain puddle
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Who wanna make trouble
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Pimp hand heavy no half stepping
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Like old school Daddy Kane for ya
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It's a shame on you, what you lames gone do
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You's a bitch, we make it rain on you
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Yea the dames come through
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We decked out with hoes, draw circles around tens
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Then ex out the O's, boy check out my pose
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Stand smith classic fresh out the grove
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Look who crept out the stove
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Keep a bad one like she fresh out the Vouge
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Then we go shopping like we fresh out the clothes
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Gimme that, shopping bags, popping tags, I'm a smash
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From the side of the tracks, where the homies talk trash
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You can only sight see if you got a pass, the mayor
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[Hook]
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I might run for mayor
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Feelin' so good I think I might run for mayor
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Mayor
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