[Chorus: Ayana]
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Screens falling from the sky
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Boys swing in all those
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Lil' throwed folks
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We sunny side, for life
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Candy on my '4, I'm so throwed
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[Verse 1: SPM]
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It feel good givin back to the hood
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I'm tryin to make up for all the dope I cook
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And for all the dope fiends I woop
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Remember my first gun? I almost shot my foot
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Surrounded by crackheads, I would wonder?
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Will a nigga ever make it out this gutter?
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Cops would come, all of us would run
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There was nine of us, they couldnt catch one
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Good old days, I wont forget
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While I write on this laptop in this jet
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With the Universal Records President
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And they say everything I do
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I'm the first mexican
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Aint no love and aint no peace, bro
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My 12 gauge shotty will make
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Your chest look like a pizza
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Things I do, I'm a goddamn fool
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I'm puttin seventeen strip dancers all through school
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Coast]
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And you can find me in a parkin lot
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Parkin a drop, hop in the X5
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Thats my, SUV, yes ma
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Next time I pull up and
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Some of that old crazy shit
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I will roll down my windows and got
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Seven inches for the radius
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Maybe its the attention that I'm gettin
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When they spinnin, or maybe
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It's the liqour that I'm sippin
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And got me feelin like
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I cant be taken lightly
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Cause I been poppin pills
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So you aint gon' like me
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I might distributing llello
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Put you on my payroll
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Supply with a bird
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But you dont move it till I say so
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Make sure you dont take
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No money out from under me
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Cause I'm the type of player
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Thats gonna run up in your company
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Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
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Usually I'm gone off for that
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Pink or Purple soda
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You better move over
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I'm not far from vomiting
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Los and Coast's the shit
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But still that diet aint no stoppin him
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: SPM]
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I dont give a f*ck, cuz
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We some hustlaz, friends we once was
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Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
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Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
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I'll bet you squat down everytime
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Everytime you piss out brew
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Tomahawk, show these niggas your tattoo
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While we bang screw, Erykah Badu
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Knock knock, pop trunk on the boulevarde
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How the f*ck you gon' act like you pussies hard?
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Once again, S-P Man, true killer
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F*ck talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
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Representer, bow before you enter
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Theres a reward for a man that can find my temper
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Sick and tired of you jealous-ass bitches
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Send you to hell and you can call me long distance
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Dont't run your mouth homeboy, you aint deep enough
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Get on your phone and go and call some more people up
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[Chorus]
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