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I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you baby. But this song so * dope, girl it's hard for me not to play it. To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazin'. So
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Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta
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Get up out your seat, you can have my drink, let me see you dance. Get up off your feet, you can be my freak, let me see you jam. When the sun falls,. Then the moon lights,. Might be a hell of a n
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* rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift. Oxy like concerts, always my bread first. GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine. Nina my new thing, blew up before fame. Heart filled with octane, fi
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This the * that they need, tell me where are you from. Drop your pants to your knees, girl I'm capital G Might pull up in my bucket. This nine holds a good dozen. Might slide up in your cousin. Ju
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knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the fa' do's. But who was spanked to you unranked, you can * around and get that chin bank'd. Grew lining, Crip walk the whole mile. Do belts, still my
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you. Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you. Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you. Hot degrees anti-freez
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Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox. Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block. Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot. Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
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Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of *. Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips. 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades. Renegade, * what rapper
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Prescription drugs, show me love. Percocets, Adderall. Xanny bars, get codeine involved. Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off. I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought. What's wrong with me
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Ain't no worries, darling. Cause we're going to Spain, catch a plane to Tibet, darling. Can I show you this world, baby?. Ain't no rules to this life, darling You know Q gon' drop that funky *. Yo
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Right, uh, uh same * every day, homie. Lord please forgive me for all my sins. Yeah, nigga wake up to the same * everyday, homie. Walk through the valley of the shadow of death. No rules, right Wa
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Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner. Ain't no telling who my money for. Got my dope from cross the border. Got my home on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go Will y
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