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Yeah, let's get it
Driver seat, AC, blowin' windows, blackout
Like a credit card, these motherfuckers gettin' maxed out
Real niggas comin' through, we kickin' like a frat house
Made it out the jungle, asking niggas what they mad about
No time to waste, we losing time like a shot clock
Ain't no way I'm dealing with dummies, feeling like Redd Foxx
Fucking up, you'll meet them scopes with a red dot
You a Blockbuster, all gimmick like the Red Box
From the Watts to the Bay, I do it my way
California dreaming, big poppin' like it's Dre Day
Every fucking bar is top flight, nigga, Day-Day
Looking hella icy like a freezer to a ice tray
Cause everybody chilling, ain't nobody tripping
But if you think I'm bluffing, you gon' hear the guns clicking
Every day I'm walking with some faith that was written
Deposit a check, I'm tryna get a quarter of a million
Yeah
All of us dripping in jewelry, blacked out riding in a Bentley
All of us dripping in jewelry, blacked out riding in a Bentley
All of us dripping in jewelry, blacked out riding in a Bentley
All of us dripping in jewelry, blacked out riding in a Bentley
Homie got the dice, game crackin' on the curve
They be posted on the block niggas smokin on some herbs
You don't wanna get them started please don't disturb
You'll be reaching out for Jesus that gon be your last word
Classic like a 6-4 Chevy we be mobbin
Running red lights like it's Need for Speed Carbon
I'm dangerous because I keep my mic and pin sharpen
Pockets hella fat, kinda shaped like Eric Cartman
Candy paint the whip, I'm bout to hop out of you niggas
On the boulevard, we pullin' up like set trippers
All about the paper when I pass a gold digger
If she's sittin' in my car, she gon' turn into a stripper
Feeling fresh, really clean, cause I'm gettin' all these bucks
Leave your comments to yourself cause I don't really give a fuck
Spitting bars when I was little, you can ask my Uncle Chuck
West side, four fingers, I'ma throw these bitches up