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"Street Muzik"
(feat. Sheek Louch)

"Street Muzik"
(feat. Sheek Louch)



[Sheek Louch (The Game)]
There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he fuckin with
(You know what it is motherfucker)
Who you fuckin with
Them niggaz don't care about you
Them niggaz don't give a fuck about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!

Yo, let's, talk about it what
Sheek'll throw the fiend on a nigga guarantee he won't walk up out it
("DJ Ski!") With my nickel plated; kinda old
But the muzzle that I use'll make this motherfucker updated
Puh, nigga please; if a nigga had your son
and had him lookin down the gun you wouldn't need to squeeze
Uh uh I don't know, don't wanna hear
about the money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the porcupines
Fuh-fuh feel me cousin?
Sheek been a problem before this D-Block shit started buzzin
Some'll say no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my dick
And I been red hot e'ry since
I ain't sayin I'm the best muh'fucker, I'm just workin with {?}

[Chorus: Sheek Louch - repeat 2X]
This is that Blood, Crip, Latin King shit
Every hustler pushin a whip
(Street music) What? (Street music) What?
(Street music) What? (Street music)

[The Game]
Nigga let's (Nu Jersey) talk about it what
Banks say he bustin his gun, but I never seen a spark come out it
Now now who's the wanksta?
At Hot 97 you called police then called for peace
D-d-dear Mr. Interscope, I'll put you in a scope
Burst rounds, you the first down like a {?}
Eh eh nigga choke, now the talk of New York
is Yayo die with 50's dick in his throat
G-G-G-shit a joke; Olivia's a man
And hot damn there's a fuckin lump in his throat
Spit brrrap in my sight
If I don't catch you, I'ma catch James Cruz or Chris Lighty
Now that that that's for snitchin
You don't run through Queens, you call 911 or Supreme
I'll put you on to Game, pull a gun on your team
This for Compton, that's for Queens, cause

[Chorus]
 
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"Su Woo"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"Su Woo"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Lil Wayne]
Pardon my gang affil,
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel?
Respect my aim because I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga,
Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga,
I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I smoke something bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right side
East side until I die

You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The Game]
Young Money
And that's perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect bitch
How's B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like Four Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo

[The Game]
Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of orangurtan's
I'll show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came
Dead wrong ain't it man
I told niggas I ain't a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper planes
Riding through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob frames
We disappear like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers game
They playing the seeds with Paul ? in the B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the fucking Red Sox.

[Lil Wayne - Chorus x2]
You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo
 
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"Summertime"
(feat. Jelly Roll)

"Summertime"
(feat. Jelly Roll)



[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine

[Verse 1 - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summer
Pull up in the block with the old Missy hummer
Hop out with my bandana tied around my head like Pac
Westside nigga, never had a problem banging BIG
Who would ever know I spit crack when I was slanging it
My Uncle Greg whipped it all the time
My Daddy used to whip it all the time
My brother started whipping his and mine
I sat back, played my position until I got the hang of it
On my way to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain't nervous
And I wore it on purpose

[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine

[Bridge - Jelly Roll:]
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive

[Verse 2 - Game:]
All I ever wanted was a red Honda
Yeah, you can tuck the rag but the tats don't lie
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Tell me, what you gon' do when the trap goes dry?
You can try Visine but the stats don't lie
And I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Said I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Took 5 shots and survived the pine box
Swear I'm happy I'm still here so I can tell it
I know you're jealous, I know you don't like me
But you whoopin' my ass or killin' me is unlikely
Welcome to Cedar Block and...

[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine

[Bridge - Jelly Roll:]
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive
 
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"Super Throwed"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Super Throwed"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Hook: Juicy J]
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face
Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga

[Verse 1: Game]
Ridin' round with that super soaker
Red cup I'm super throwed
My straight eight all suped up
I'm a dry this ho to the Super Bowl
Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I'm super lean
Look like I won the super lotto
Damn my condo super clean
Left your bitch at the Super 8
She sucked my dick I'm super straight
Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that's Super Bass
In the hood we got super bands
My cotton piece stuff super grams
My bitch layed out with a super ten
She flying high with super man
Picture that, no Instagram
Real life no side show
Real nigga, no Tony Parker
Your main bitch is my side-ho
Blowin' purp I'm high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai
Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi
Hooked her up to that Wi Fi
Wiped my dick and said bye bye
Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries
My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga
I simply said my day job my day job, ain't lovin' hoes nigga
Ask Juicy J about me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
What you know about mixing molly with the loud
Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel
Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes
Benz got my teeth grindin' like I'm chewing Nicorette
Every three hours need a re up from the weed man
Afghan purp strand super man head band
Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan
Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man
Smoking on the roach, you ain't really feeling that dope that you smoked
Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak
All you gon' do is choke
Niggas can't handle weed from the west coast
Smoke so much till a nigga overdose
I stay high when I'm in and out the booth
Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote
Big buzz in every club don't need a plug I am the plug
Taylor Gang, I'm on the plane
I'm leanin' man, I'm on them thangs
Only strong up in the bong, I've been high for way too long
Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip
I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas
How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas
I'm like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies
Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250
Crash the Rari got two Bentleys
Blowing dank like two hippes
Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym
I'm gonna come through looking like two fifties
Half a mill on that xbox
John Madden probably owin' me
Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me
On that 2k, I od
That C.O.D. you D.O.A
Fuck nigga put your money down
Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play
Put six bad hoes in one big room
Stuff six grams in one big blunt
Load six shells in one big pump
Stuff six chickens in one big trunk
Right next to a body, black John Gotti
Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty
Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby
Fuck her so good momma looking for the body
Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit
Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed
Tires screeching when the story get told
So much money that the shit don't fold

[Hook]
 
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"Swallow That Slug"
(feat. Chuck B More)

"Swallow That Slug"
(feat. Chuck B More)



[The Game]
Lets get back to some killa shittt [echoes]

[Chuck B. More]

[Chorus 2x]
Few times he been around this hood
If he ain't got a vest on, it ain't all good
and he ain't gon' swallow that slug
he ain't gon' swallow that slug

there's that clip, there's that (g-unit) crip [3X]

see my niggas in the hood hoppin out them lo-los
when they pull they gats out they ain't playing
so get your bitch-ass out the way or u gon get your crew laid down
when them hollow tips hit you, your chest start burnin
if you dont fall down my niggas keep sprayin
it won't stop till everybody dead, if not they circle around

[Chorus 2x]
Few times he been around this hood
If he ain't got a vest on, it ain't all good
and he aint gon' swallow that slug
he aint gon' swallow that slug

there's that clip, there's that (g-unit) Crip [3X]

hit yo switch on the '64, then pull the glock out
let the world know my clips extended
take it back to P.A. in '89
when the JVM shut it downn
when i hear them sirens
imma hit the switch slide off from seat ridin 3 wheel motion
(G-U N O T Another one bites the slug)

[Chorus 2x]
Few times he been around this hood
If he aint got a vest on, it aint all good
and he aint gon' swallow that slug
he aint gon' swallow that slug

There's that clip, there's that (g-unit) crip [3X]

and
Feed Them Bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S [4X]
 
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"Swerve"

"Swerve"


[Intro:]
Aye Pops
They love that sofa shit
OKE
I mean he do this shit 'cus he love it
I mean he did this shit 'cause you couldn't find Just Blazin
We go
Just a fine nigga.

[Verse 1:]
I'm back, open the door nigga,
All this bout the verse, what is it for nigga?
I ain't Jay-Z nigga, I'm still poor nigga
Hey y'all stat, welcome into the store nigga,
My baby mama hope my feelings got me sore nigga,
But that's cool 'cause I'm bad to my core nigga,
What's up? 40 glock you want some more nigga?
Game don't fall off, Game get bored nigga
Compton, got it coming out my Porsche nigga
I'm like Cassidy with 25 million
Stack it up, that's like a project building
Get back with 50 but I can't 'cause I killed em,
Wait, have you seen him?
Not out proper, nigga living on that mill cart
And my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car to swerve

[Hook:]
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
My lil nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
Say my nigga Lil Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve

[Verse 2:]
So take a shot at any of my little niggas, it's raw nigga,
Fuck a gun, we bring hammers, like we throwin nigga
My nigga Pops got beats you can't ignore nigga
Said my nigga Pops got beats you can't afford nigga
Wake up double the kush, we by the shore nigga
It's 3: 40 now, back in Compton by 4 nigga
105, doing 105, shell slides like dubs in it,
I'm so good with the razor
Take the heart, break the soap and carve doves in it,
I got your bitch no club fin it,
I wear raw, bust a nut in me
Disrespect intended however you spend it got sucker in it
'Cause none of ya'll from out here,
You think you run out here, have your ass on a run out here
You a bum out here, and no don't call Biggie
'Cause we in the fam and then we bout to bust a big Q, swerve

[Hook:]
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
My lil nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve

And all these lame niggas droppin Gucci flat top fuck that, swerve
Say my lil nigga did smash a car and we gon swerve

[Outro:]
Hey Pops, you a motherfucker for this shit,
I told you what I'm a do,
I'm a talk to you motherfuckin slow about
4 and a half more bars
And I'm a let that bitch breathe,
So when my nigga Boosie get out the motherfucking joint,
Then catch some shit on one these motherfuckers
So full of shit
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
 
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"T.H.O.T."
(feat. Problem, Huddy & Badd Lucc)

"T.H.O.T."
(feat. Problem, Huddy & Badd Lucc)



[Hook: Huddy]
That’s yo hoe? I fucked yo bitch hold up
Yo face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy I nuted all on her lips
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas

[Verse 1: Game]
You fuckin wit a THOT nigga
I’m a real nigga bitch you fuckin’ wit a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like The Lox nigga
Fuck a bottle, buy the box nigga
Buy the Audemar, we don’t Google, we buy the stock nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Sprayin on them lockers, no rain gon stop us
Get the swing on yappers
Flush on the bottom, gold fangs on the top ones, you came with the choppa
And I’m known for cutting these hoes like I’m the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I’m the spatula
Told these bitches expose these bitches for who they are
You a THOT, yea I really know these bitches
Think it’s all I owed these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanelle
That’s on mamas

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Problem]
I got riggidi riggidi racks and them diggiti damn
The piggiti piggiti paint the face of a riggidi clown
Black out, back out, like a flimsy blast
Fuck a track out, like racin outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can’t be outshined, outrhymed or outdimed
I’m like Magic in his prime without hives
It’s stuntin season
It’s fuck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Luccy getting cutting in them regions
Period, a bitch bleed then I fuckin bleed er
What?

You fuckin with a THOT nigga
My Compton niggas come with K like that nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell bout my tone
Fewest of grim likes, a bitch swear that she on
Via post from condos riding in Lambos
Stunting pronto, knowin that shit Rondo’s bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
She kinda thick, what’s yo measure?
say her name bone collector, that’s on secty
3-5-4, I’mma rep ride it real
She like the way I dress but them 5-0-1’s on the chill
On her first two visits, nasty when I fuck
I told her keep me out the clinic, and mamas I’m bout that business
Blowin money fast but I’m stayin out them fences
Super pervert, I’m G Lavert to these bitches
Feelin like that nigga
Back when I was skinny, before I’m fillin out them pictures and fuckin wit yo sister
Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
And if my bitch done have a kid I have a lair for hoes
Hella sick with this pimpin
My moms told me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don’t be fuckin with a Christian
Diamond lane bangin, they hear it and get to trippin
I’m the king of the THOTs, nigga listen

[Hook x2]
 
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"Take That"
(feat. Tyga & Pharaoh Jackson)

"Take That"
(feat. Tyga & Pharaoh Jackson)



[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Yeah, so what they want from a nigga?
Rose on fours, yeah, broad in this bitch ice skating big figures
My day one niggas, weak game bitches
Downing all this hate and you wonder why a nigga trippin'
Enemies distant, you washed up, dry dishes
Versace in my kitchen, my shit different
Hundred grand, bet it on it, caviar with the jet pilot
I land runway, they light it, world united
Gave her this dick, she gon' like it
Just don't bite it and politely
Say she need me like an ID, but I be outtie
Five thousand, gold Audi

[Verse 2 - Pharaoh Jackson:]
You are, you are, you are so special to me
I wanna come home to you, I wanna make love to you
But I gotta get this cheese
Girl, I know you like that
Tell me anything you want and I'mma get that for you
Got me thinking I'mma wife that
Your girls and my niggas know that I ride for you
Ooh, ooh, girl keep shaking them hips for me
Ooh, ooh, girl, keep biting them lips

[Hook - Pharoah Jackson:]
And I just don't wanna waste your time
Don't wanna waste my time
So let them niggas know that you're all mine
You're my wifey
He ain't appreciate so you knew I had to take that
Got a hundred bands on me, yeah
Shake that, girl, I wanna feel your body, yeah
Take that, got a hundred grand on me
Can't fake that, girl, I'm a real OG

[Bridge - Pharoah Jackson:]
Girl, what you want from me?
Oh oh, yeah, work it, get this money
Get this money
Girl, what you want from me?
Oh, I'm coming, be there in a hurry
Hurry, be there in a hurry

[Verse 3 - Pharoah Jackson:]
You can scream if you want to, dream if you want to
Take that Maserati, try the Beam if you want to
Get you a ring cause I want you, you're mine
It ain't nothing that I won't do for you
Leave all these other girls alone just for you
So every night I'm coming home just for you
Ain't nothing more you can prove to me
I love everything that you do to me
Ooh, ooh, girl keep shaking them hips for me
Ooh, ooh, girl, keep biting them lips

[Bridge]

[Outro - Pharoah Jackson:]
Take that, shake that
Take that, can't fake that
 
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"Taylor Made"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Taylor Made"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Game - Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That's my nigga Wiz and I'm Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
So throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

[Game]
I wake up in the morning to Red Converse
Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first
You got a hangover nigga, mine's worse
Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse
Shit be complicated like out of towners
trying to understand why we say waddup Blood
but we not related
That's how Compton made it,
so don't run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation
On that documentary shit I shocked the nation
Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas
When it come to beef shit, nigga I'm the greatest
I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas
I ain't a killer but don't push me
I see a bitch looking, I'mma end up in her pussy
See ya later, fuck haters, cause bitch we Taylors
Bitch we major

[Game - Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That's my nigga Wiz and I'm Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

[Wiz Khalifa Verse]
Probably heard I'm the tightest
And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it
And I heard that you liked it
And I welcome you to my world you've been cordially invited
Now I got the whole world excited
Know every word when they heard that I write it
Know I can fuck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest
Some niggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing
I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing
These niggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all
I learned you ain't really gotta be famous to ball
I'm hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us,
Bad hoes after the shows rushing up
Baby them niggas clowns talk down but they look up to us
May look the same but I'm nothing like them suckas
So fuck what them niggas sayin' and keep reppin' the gang

[Game - Chorus]
 
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"TD"
(feat. Problem)

"TD"
(feat. Problem)



[Hook: Problem]
Yo bitches TD, yo niggas TD
Yo bitches TD, yo niggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you niggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you bitches right quick
[x2]
Ya'll niggas turnt down

[Verse 1: Game]
They call me racked up shawty
Aka mc in backpack shawty
Louisiana all them niggas say whodie
But I'm from killa cali where they fuck with E-40

[Verse 2: Problem]
Killas with me so they know I got the 40
And they ready to bust in case you pussies get horny
So ready to play the game like a tourny
Compton California and I wear it like a jordan

[Verse 3: Game]
The baby ain't mine bitch you on Maury
Chain like the R.O.C Shawn Corey
She don't smoke weed she say the marijuana boring
But bitches get shit for the game Robert Horry

[Verse 4: Problem]
I'm high as shit I ain't with the metaphoring
Baby I'm trynna fuck that
Lick it make it dribble like a baller with six left
It's time to make a move like a rolex with six chicks

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Game]
I'm fucking bitches I'm fucking bitches (like what)
I'm popping bottles I'm popping bottles (like what)
Hella racks in my trues
And the P on my snap back stand for Piru

[Verse 6: Problem]
Bottle boys ho we ain't no babies
4th of July G's raising those pagers
Legalized thugging bread like Togo's
Go against mine I'm a snap like photos

[Verse 7: Game]
R.I.P Lil Frog retired the Polo
Ghost got dust on it bring back the low low
Niggas running up on The Game cause he's solo
I'll beat yo ass like Floyd did Coto

[Verse 8: Problem]
Niggas talk swag I done bought more clothes than them
Can't talk bitches I done fucked more hoes than them
Real with every quote can't stand it with a podium
Smashing coupe his bro To be in

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[Verse 9: Game]
Free Boosie
Cause that's what a nigga play when a nigga eat coochie

[Verse 10: Problem]
Her man never wear it out like a box of free stussy
With two chocolate treats and roses no tootsie
Bed with both of em crackin no footsie
Sick with the dick gotta stan no Tookie
Imagine like she giving me the rookie
Gone on sight like Reese did Roochy
I'm On

[Verse 11: Game]
Carousi body all Gucci
Every nigga wanna eat that up raw sushi
Fine china gold digger 49er
See me with nana the baddest bitches at Benihanas
Commas lawyers for the drama
Soon as you say "I'm a" niggas hit you with the llama
Swimming in that spade you get ate up by piranhas
Turn yo True Religions into pajamas cause

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