[Goldie Loc talking]
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Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know
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We make money, we eat, we feed
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Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*
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Uhh, yeah, come on..
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Uhh uhh, make some music..
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Dogg House, you know..
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$hort Dog peep game, come on
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I'm ridin down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
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No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
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Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up
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We some gangstas makin money, never been a scrub
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Whattchu know about sellin dope...
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But the only thing you good for now, is droppin the soap
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Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too $hort, no doubt
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Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, nigga
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[Too $hort]
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These hoes know what's up, niggaz been havin game
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O.G.'s tell me real good, bitch I'm the same
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Motherfucker make 'em feel good, ya know my name
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Bitch, if ya still could, you'd do the same
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Made thirteen albums in a row
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Be like Too $hort baby and pimp a hoe
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It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
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You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
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[Chorus: Kokane]
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
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[Tray Deee]
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Fuck a business suit, I'm out to where we juice
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Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot
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Runnin game from the brain or the stainless steel
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Pushin Holt's high-heels when we bang the field
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With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout
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Invisible perimeters for niggaz to keep out
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You ain't got to ask what the fuck what we bout
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Whatever, get the cheddar than an nigga can ease out
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[Goldie Loc]
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I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang
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Now I bust and crush tracks, nothin really changed
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Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
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What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties (nigga)
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Call somebody, I'm layin in this motherfucker bloody
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It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes, or money
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I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
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Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime
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[talking]
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Just keep gettin that money mayne
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Fuck them niggaz, yeah... this how we eat
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[Chorus: Kokane]
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
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(Check it out)
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[$hort] Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick
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[$hort] Do yo' thang and get rich
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[TrayD] Get wise, enterprise with the game ya got
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[TrayD] You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot
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[$hort] Ask anybody; I stay paid
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[$hort] Most niggaz want pussy, tryna get laid
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[TrayD] Stayin soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe
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[TrayD] I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough
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[$hort] I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat
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[$hort] I ride brand new shit down the street
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[TrayD] Life is a game of chess, who plays the best
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[TrayD] is the last one that's laid to rest
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[$hort] I know you wanna eat good - it ain't hard
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[$hort] to be a real ghetto superstar
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[TrayD] Focus is the key - if ya want it, it could be
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[TrayD] If ya know where ya goin from the moment you could see
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[TrayD] that's game
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[Chorus: Kokane]
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
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We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes
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We eatin sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
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[Big Tigger]
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Catch me headed out west, Impala drive
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And when they see balkin and be talkin bout (?)
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Too $hort, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
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It's on and poppin now, but we wattn't always this big
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Wanted a Benz and a Lotus (what?)
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Whatever feels, sprayin Raid on the roaches
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I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopless (whattchu mean?)
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Came home to it, then we flipped the notice
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Now we big crib livin, Rockland and non-stop
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with hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin (whoo!)
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And it's just the beginnin (what?)
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Cuz as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin
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Big Tigger, Too $hort, drops it so mean
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That lets us go get us a team of flatscreens
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Three cars, three cribs and three bikes
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When I drop this hot shit, I'm gonna cop three plus three mi |