Where the dope at, in my dope sack
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I¡¯m from the city where they know it ain¡¯t no hope at
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Getting dirty money, I ain¡¯t worried where the soap at
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Looking for the money, found the money, I got low jack
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Lost some niggas but I know they still watching
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Headed for the top anything else¡¯s not an option
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Caution, move cool, I¡¯ve been through some shit
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Now I¡¯m hard like the stuff that you move through your bricks
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Haha, young rocker, bay area hoffer
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Solid in these streets where they sing like Sinatra
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Put it in your girl make her holler like an opera
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Rose bubble bath, convict mobster
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[Hook]
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Hey, black car, black card, black shades
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Top there, I done thinking bout my block days
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I done lost some loved ones and shared some tears
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But they clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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First nigga with a benz and a backpack
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Got alone for about 10 then I stacked that
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But that¡¯s that, where the motherfucking cash at
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And back in the hood, where the hoes had ass that
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And fuck ass cap, them niggas can¡¯t have jack
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For the labels that didn¡¯t sign me, can kiss my ass crack
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I¡¯m the incredible, my balls got federal, agents man, cause I¡¯m fragrant
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Tat myself, got a phone in the basement
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Game need change, said they looking for replacement
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Ah, when I¡¯m in the hood, they know it¡¯s all good
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They know I hold it down like a young nigga should
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[Hook]
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Hey, black car, black card, black shades
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Top there, I done thinking bout my block days
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I done lost some loved ones and shared some tears
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But they clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Look, somehow, someway, my people gotta make it out the ghetto one day
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Drug sales and gun play on the one way
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Nigga slide through, leave them holy like Sunday, amen
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That¡¯s why I keep a bad bitch in that great benz
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I ain¡¯t tryina see the mortuary or the state pen
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Why these clown niggas claiming that they made him
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If you made one, motherfucker go and make 10
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Black card game, full of made men, 101 north to the fucking interstate 10
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Clap for me, kid is amazing, came a long way from begging work at the day¡¯s inn.
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[Hook]
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Hey, black car, black card, black shades
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Top there, I done thinking bout my block days
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I done lost some loved ones and shared some tears
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But they clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I¡¯m still here
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Clap for me, clap for me, clap for me, I¡¯m still here.
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Clapp For Me
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