[Intro: x8]
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Better watch them niggaz where they at, where they at
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[Xzibit:]
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What you know about that rag top 4,
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3 wheel through the intersection slow,
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Then punchin to the floor,
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You know my flow go like a simon blow,
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Er body gotta pay co ser body owe,
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Oh oh no, who that nigga think he is,
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I'm just a representative of my relative,
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Guns up hoes down,
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Easily put you where you can't be found,
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Cause I'm a rider, plus a provider who don't take notta,
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Niggaz stickin out they chest cause they think they harder,
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But when it get toe off, gang a niggaz screamin and cryin,
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And dying cause they thought we was lying,
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But no nigga I'm not,
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Bet not fuck with strong arm steady cause you will be shot,
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This is the land of the keys, the home of the gang,
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Now sit yo five dollar ass down for I maintain,
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[Chorus: x2]
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Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you,
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Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to,
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I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you,
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I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you
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[The Game:]
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Now a gangsta homie you a wanksta fonie,
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I make it rain in cali fuck tony tony tony,
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You got guns come to Compton and show me,
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I sandwich niggaz this beef shit is baloney homie,
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I take ya bitch make her come ride my pony,
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That's Ginuwine, I give a fuck if she fat or boney,
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Long as she cat walk like Naomi,
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Or freak like missy, I take her to miss sixty,
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She a Cincinnati red like Ken Griffey,
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Freckles on her face, so I put a bezel on her,
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Jake I wifed her, and I don't mean a weddin,
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I mean a free pair of g-unit sneakers now she a video extra,
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Compton on my back I'm startin to feel the pressure,
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My son see me walkin in the house with a smith & Wesson,
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I teach him a lesson,
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Son this a black vest and you need this, when you gangbangin in the west,
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Lil man I love you, they can't stop your pops,
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They can't yell g-unit they can't rock the watch,
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They can't sign with Dr Dre and come back to the block,
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Homie you ain't a gangsta stop frontin bitch,
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Before I pull that 45 and blaze ya six
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I might catch me in O-town with that mason bitch
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[Chorus: x2]
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Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you,
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Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to,
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I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you,
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I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you
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[Xzibit:]
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Man fuck what you goin through emotional nigga,
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I'm a empire you workin with promotional figures,
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Entrepreneur niggaz, rollin with disposable triggers,
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So I can deliver some millimetres right in ya liver,
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This for my niggaz with that bounce,
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Ludacris, Lil Flip, Pastor Troy Lil Jon down south,
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And be careful for them hoes that's reliably aquired,
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Ask Kobe Bryant nigga I ain't lyin,
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One day they gone break that sign it's a [? ]
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Protect ya assets get that bitch on tape,
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Dictate, legislate through the golden state Ras Kass bring ya ass home we gone celebrate,
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Half these broads in L.A ya can't touch,
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Cause half been ran through the other half coked up,
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Think twice it's yo life sacrifice worth wait then platinum and nice
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[Chorus: x2]
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Calm down lil nigga I ain't tryna provoke you,
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Jus a lil sumat you can ride and smoke to,
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I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you,
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I hate to have the homies have to ride and smoke you
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Ride And Smoke (Remix)
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Xzibit |