fuck wit me

game, the

yo

it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four

with the d's spinnin i can bag a ho

top down so my rag can show

whatever in the dutch

purple or orange haze it's just a bag of 'dro

hit snatch with my khakis on

aladdin lounge

in mark jacobs denim and don magli's on

i'm a gangsta and the birds they love it

20 with a babyface and sit on base like kirby puckett

you can't buy a ferrari fuck it

cop lle' from j

the bricks come with louis vuitton luggage

he order rock and cover it

the dimes is free

the quarters is 75

the ball is live

ain't nobody fumblin on my block

we in the field like biggs or marshall faulk

we runnin the rock

nothin less than a hundred a pop

anything less you a cop

shoot you and take your vest and your glock

motherfuckers

what'chu know about stackin g's; you got to come fuck wit me

puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me

my team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit me

what'chu know about stackin g's; you gots to come fuck wit me

i'm in the streets like the place is mine

told to cover my tracks

i push paper to increase my shine

i'm on my chief

jumpin out the wagon like tyco

and get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'

bossed out

camouflage under my vest b

motorbike

fast cars

broads and jetskis

rule #1

keep your eye on your cash flow

cause rule #2 will get rid of your best so

none of 'em best show

ridin in stress mode

'less they got petrol

pushin that benz slow

pick up the game

let's count some cash

then we

get to the do'

then you put on your mask

on some other shit

ridin wit'cha boy now

we on the west coast

seek and destroy now

it's like when cal-berkeley whooped on that georgetown

we had a riot in the streets fin' to blow now fo'sho' now

the underboss

ill too fast

buildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag

not gil but tryin to top

the nerd bill gates

from the city of project buildings and them mossberg k's

san francisco

west coast

northern bay

california

man it's get low so best to toast

or torch'll spray on ya

uhh

makin mafia moves

skate from the cops

yeah they tried stoppin ya dude

but nah

the ball

it don't stop

a shot callin if i fall then my thoughts gon' flock

yeah

underboss with game and doc figgaro

clear {?} and i'm the in-di-vi-dual

holdin weight

in the dope state

tokin the 8-8

oh

fold {?}

watch our bread and our team skyrocket

visualize i can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it

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