La la la,
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La la la,
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La la la,
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Ooooooo
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La la la,
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La la la,
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La la la
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[Verse 1]
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[Mark Twain]
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Off in da gutter
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Got da hood hollerin corner cutta
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With Zone 4
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Them young money gettin muthafukers
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Ah Rich Boy
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Gone and pass me da click toy
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He spit boy
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And i'm gonna have to make em trip boy
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Sick and tired
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Of niggas hollerin cut throat
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When they aint
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Never had to get away from po-po
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Aint never have
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To pay they bills from choppin up coke
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Aint never ever
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Seen the barrel of a chopper smoke
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[Rich Boy]
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Ah let them niggas out there kno yo name folk
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Who me
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I'm Mark Twain switch lanes
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Flip change
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And always keep a extra clip man
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Blow da brains
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On damn near everything i roll man
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Been on my game
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Every since them crocked folks came
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Keep my hustle
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On da low and a bitch in her place
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And if u yappin
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Out yo mouth then say it to my face
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Full clip for
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Niggas snitchin when they catch a case
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[Rich Boy]
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Boy open up yo
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Mouth and tell me hoe this barrel taste
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[Chorus]
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Gangstaaaaaaaa
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See da streets they be callin
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See a young nigga ballin
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Gangstaaaaaaaa
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A young playa in the rap game
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Ridin round in a Lac man
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Gangstaaaaaaaa
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Gangstaaaaaaaa
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[Verse 2]
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[Rich Boy]
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Them niggas aint
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Like it when i went and brought a blue mink
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So now they
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Talkin to da police at da precinct
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But they ass
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Dont kno them laws on a payroll
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Might see me
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In a ride that aint even a day old
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Talkin real
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Loud but you aint sayin nuthin
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So stop frontin
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Cause them hoes for you aint fuckin
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Keep truckin
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Look here boy dont u stop here
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It aint magic
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But that glock will make you disappear
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You like a
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Kid still writin love letters
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You say you
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Better but i'm still makin more cheddar
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I'm too
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Clever for these hoes to play me
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Even crazy
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Lazy ass hoes gonna pay me
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I really
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Hate when niggas talk too much
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Jus cause you
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Got a strap dont mean u cant get touched
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You'll find me
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In a 2 seater wit a all white beata
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Gettin head
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From yo bitch but yo dumbass see her
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They say
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R-I-C-H-B-O and Y
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P-I-M-P
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Bitch till i die
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Sometimes I
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Even have to ask myself why
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Them niggas
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So god damn fresh and so fly
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[Chorus x1]
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Gangsta (Interlude)
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Rich Boy |