[Rappin' 4-Tay]
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Yo, what's up ('Sup)
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4-Tay, NBK (NBK)
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Colabo (Colabo)
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Check it out
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We mobbin' like this y'all
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[Chorus]
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[NBK]To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus
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[4-Tay]For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
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[NBK] And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
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[4-Tay]4-Tay and NBK showin' love sho' 'nuff
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[NBK]To my ballerz with the dollaz who be flexxin' the Lexus
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[4-Tay]For all the homies and lowriders who be hittin' the switches
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[NBK]And to my ladies in the clubs who be shakin' it up
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[4-Tay]4-Tay and NBK all night, all day
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[Rappin' 4-Tay]
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How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine?
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Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine
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Not that they can't fuck this funk nor this flavor
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You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky behavior
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We gettin' these dirty damn presidents (presidents)
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For the safety deposit box in my residence
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Cuz real players stack a grip, can't be hesitant, maneuver on my cellular
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A hundred, a hundred, a hundred, a more profit on the regular
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Drop-top double R's, stackin' like Escobar
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Gotta get that paper, us Cali players do it all
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Genie, garage door opener, haters glancin', keepin' the Feds off-balanced
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They can't find my mansion
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Three hundred CE's, five hundreds and half-dozens
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Just got that plug for my dogs, me and my cousins
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Just like them Mafiosos, so let's just make a toast-a
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Boss-ballerz, shot callerz, and I'm the force
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[Chorus]
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[NBK]
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Now I'm, out the door with my entourage
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I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred ground garage
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Now we blazin' through your city
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All day at the ball, with the show and all these bitches
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Got my balls on, tip the valet and get the key
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Now we got one more hour until we gots to be onstage
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And now we out, yeah, we headin' to the spot
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Bouncin' through the avenues, roll up a fatty
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You have to see to cruise, and now we out front
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Rosa, roach from the blunt, and tell we smokey
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We left the VIP person at the gate choking
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Arena sold out, for the burnt out extended ?corndale?
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Bended defender, twenty-inch bowl into my shows
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Ziggy, how you smashing?
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In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by Lincoln
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You know I put the shine on my Dayton
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And the put the bounce in my speakers
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Put the high in the chronic, yea, yea, c'mon
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[Chorus]
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[NBK]
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For the dollaz, yo, sho' 'nuff video, get the switch off OG's ride
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Four-oh-oh ODS, take to the eyes, hella high, right, with the red eyes
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Better tip you slow, had a vision the dough when the fo' fo' come round
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Our eyes are swoll', hold up, better get that
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Flip back, get your back up my mobile
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Oh, damnit, we gon' go 4-Tay, NBK, all day, everyday get paid
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No doubt for the clan I'm out gon' want, double O on the freeway
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Ain't wrong, baby doll, pullin' into your driveway
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Walked into your house, bust it out, with a J and a bottle of Tangerade
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[Chorus]
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To My Ballerz (Collabo)
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Nasty Boy Klick |