| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it, now I gotta buy tha chop
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| (FIRSTVERSE)
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| I’m with my momma rant-a-car with ten and a half pounds
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| No DL’s, an endless amount of rounds
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| With my mind on my mansion, I’m smashin about the town
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| You thought I was a hog? |
| Wait till I clown now
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| Basha with me, believe me, disturbin three for the fifty
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| And I wish a mutha fucker would try to get with me
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| 'cos I’m nifty with the milly when the torch is on
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| And Play every play like its fourth and long
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| Now when the horse is gone, I beat the shit out the pig
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| It dont take much, to split a fools wig
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| See im only one shot from making the headlines
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| So quick nigga, got quarters and dead lines
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| Shakin the bed time, they checking my barcode
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| A.T.F, I.N.S and the US Marshal
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| And this is aint nathin new to me
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| Capitalize on opportunity (Uh!)
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| And this is aint nathin new to me
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| Capitalize on opportunity
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| (Which way did he go?)
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| (Which way did he go?)
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| (Which way did he go?)
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| (CHORUS)
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| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop
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| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta buy tha chop
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| (SECOND VERSE)
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| This old shit aint new to me
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| I’m rockin stolen jewelry
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| Try to chill so I leave the bay
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta keep the K
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| Bash a dude’s wig over baby bash
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| He my smokin nephew, we be checkin brazin cash
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| We kept G’s on the omni floor
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| Put the bloody bills with the Tommy in the drawer
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| Tell mummy with the rock, break a lil a corner off
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| I don’t like that bammer, I don’t wanna cough
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| You got to watch every step
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| P walk and pull out a teck
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| I thought you knew I’m a vet
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| Let loose and threw up my set
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| A-W-A-X to Latex
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| Glove on my left hand can only mean death mayne.
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| (CHORUS)
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| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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| (THIRD VERSE)
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| Now it’s that pimpin ass Gringo
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| Bitch is you single?
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| I spit heat, hit the street, stack em out the window
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| Bay area lingo, iz what a playa blessed with
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| Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed with
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| So if you broke, I aint even hearda ya
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| Come around me again and ima murder ya
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| I need some loot, so watch how I take ya town
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| A bitch wanna hold me, I track her down
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| Get up in the brain, take over the soul
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| 4 G’s a night, I’m ready to roll
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| A big long black hella beat in the trunk
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| Baby kick back its hella heat for the funk
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| A dare a mutha fucker, a step to the low
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| One too many drinks, now he’s gettin a roll
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| So? |
| Tell them get this
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| It’s JT, I’m a dog when I spit this
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| (CHORUS)
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| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop
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| This is aint nothing new to me
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| Look at what they do to me
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| Need to Chill, try to stop
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| Did dirt with it now I gotta buy the chop |