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Song Writer(s): Jones, Brandt, Kante, Bosco A, Rollison, Dedrick, Stevens, Dulon, Stevens, Earl Thomas, Stevens,
Publisher: B-LEGIT MUSIC PUBLISHING, E-FORTY MUSIC PUBLISHING CO, SUGA T MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS,

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I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party
Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi
Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us
Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us
For me to bust a Bay ***** she gotta be the thickest
I dig them Bay *****z cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish
Like that there *****, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

I'm a Bay *****, all in L.A. *****
No matter what you say *****, long as you pay *****
I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' ****
A steel toe mack down to break yo' *****
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday *****s
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen TV's
Wanna be like me? I run from vice
Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice
Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice
I know it ain't nice but ***** that's life
Black black on the scratch, no tradin back
2000 'Llac, can you ***k with that?
Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko
All strapped down with the roscoes

We on some ***** ****, ***** ****
Click ****, big figure ****, Big figure ****
We on some ***** ****, ***** ****
Sick ****, big ***** ****, Big ***** ****
We on some ***** ****, ***** ****
Click ****, big figure ****, Big figure ****
We on some ***** ****, ***** ****
Smoke a spliff, hard liquor ****, Hard liquor beatch

Here I come, steppin out the Vader
They call me D Shot and I'm about my paper
Been in this game since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
Y'all know my dawgs is the C L I C K
Them true boss ballers that done paved the way
I throw my Roley up in the air
It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?
I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em
You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?
The rap game's been good to me
I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P
The lavish lifestyle that I live
Consist of big-*** parties and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce

See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper
Papered up hood ***** livin like a rapper
If you see me you would think I sold a million copy
Like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body
All kind of *****es be thumpin over a mother***ker for the worst
One of 'em got a pair of pre school college scissors in her purse
Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig', beatch
Stab a *****, shoot a ***** for her nig'
See I'm a slick talkin boss playa
Full of straight mindgames and schemes
Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans
Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file
See if I can help cause she's livin in denial, *****
You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's
Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross
Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes what else?
Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes

I'm sportin Benzes, Cutl***es, smoke trees and hustle for G's
Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees
Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies
What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony
I'm a boss ***** botch
Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch
Beat a ***** down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the ****s, doin ***** ****

We're just some real *** *****z
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary *****z
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real *** *****z
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary *****z
Our only motive is to get paid
We're not your ordinary *****z
We're not your ordinary *****z
We're not your ordinary *****z
We're not your ordinary *****z

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