California, you now rocking with the motherfucking best, crooked I
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You don't like how I live, ok, bye
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You don't like it money, ok, bye
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You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away
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The world hating on you boy just yesterday,
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But like I said that was yesterday, cause hey
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Eminem sign me to shady put me on interscope
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Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope
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Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail
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Now chicks licking me like an envelope, yeah I'm her throat
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Crook in about to score I see the red zone,
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All I need is peace by trade, but not the hair falls
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Think I don't live right homie, you care wrong
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Cause I'm a real sandwich, I'm just saying my bread loaf
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Walk in the club with a geiger east side us
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Some rappers cool, I came to be liver
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You claim to be... you say you spit flames, you a liar
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Damn god change your speech right up
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I'm sour ways on the hater keep pushing
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Just another... pussy who meet a dushing
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I'm looking for a round ass I need a kushin
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I love it when tell me daddy ineed a wooping
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You don't like how I live, ok, bye
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You don't like it money, ok, bye
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You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away
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You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
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You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye
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You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away
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I'll be keeping it real because I am real
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Yes some of yo eating good but it's your last meal
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You the king of the hill, but it's an ant hill
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I kick it over, you over tell me how that feels
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It's not an arrogant thing, I got a stable of lyrics
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And I'll be pimping these... like sean garret and dre
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If these songs were whose I have a harem like an arabian king
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So beware my team, yeap
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So many wolves you ain't got nothing for me
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Nowadays all that champagne popping looking horny
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We got the bit-hes all... getting horny
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And they ain't thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning
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Yeah, they love fucking with us, let them do what they do
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You be cuffing them tough
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See you grey hound luggage when it comes to the sluts
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Cause they're gonna throw you under the bus, boy
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You don't like how I live, ok, bye
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You don't like it money, ok, bye
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You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away
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You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
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You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye
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You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away
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As long as I hustle hard money go come with ease
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And it's child's play call it chunky cheese
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Wanna do it like me, go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed
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Then run the street with a hundred cheese
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Goes that is they coming out the wood work
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I would work but they ain't had a hood work
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I'm trying to take over the game, big and pop style
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Labels try to drop my old -hit cause I'm hot now
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But oh -hit, you should stop now
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Try to play me with some old -hit, I shoot your block down
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Dirty magazines tell you what my click about
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Cause playboy we some hustlers in a penthouse
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Louie bag full of paper, let my chick count
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She fly in a double summersault dismount
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There she swear to god, crooked... out
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I got a bad breath cause I'm from the slaughterhouse
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You don't like how I live, ok, bye
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You don't like it money, ok, bye
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You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away
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You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
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You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye
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You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
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Now go that away, go that away.
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OkBye
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Crooked I |