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Crem del la crem homie top shelf you knowI got this Pimp Squad Click I know you hearda bout usYoung niggaz filthy rich and we ain't worried bout muchOn this glock I clutch In God I trustIf a fuck nigga start bet his heart I bustGot ya partners and the broad in ya car fucked upWhat, ya under estimation thought a star wouldn't bustI got the heart and the guts on this purp I blowMove ten bricks daily tryin' to twerk five moYa see the Cadillac swervin down Hollywood RoadOn the flyest in Cali fuckin Hollywood Ho'sOn a pill and half with my partner Young Dro (Dro)Bumpin Goodie Mob Soul Food number foOther rappers' old dudes told dudes I'ma proWith a loaded fo fo and a quarter brick of blow(Hey) nigga don't you hit me less you buyin 6 or moMy 24 blades glistenin and my 808 kickin[Chorus 2X][Verse 3]I wear the crown down under man somebody better tell 'em'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody bailinI got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the ChevyAnd now we ridin Giovanni's and Asani's on PirellisIf ya ever think ya tryin to run up on me just forget itThe clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya shreddedPistol way in the truck got my knife on tuckYa think he ain't getn stuck you got life fucked upA couple stiches in ya hip will have ya night fucked upWill he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck upMeanwhile I'm racin my Ferarri like a light for a buckAgainst Lamborghini Gallardo everytime I get a car...[Chorus 2X]Hey!! |
