[Verse 1]
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Yukmouth be off the chain like a rottweiler
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Spit flame I cock lava, became the bass baller
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Sip 'pagne in the drop troller
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Give game to shot callers
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Who bring the spot prouder
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Campaigne, off course they gonna holler (Oh boy!)
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Nigga, bandana'ed up and tatted out
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Bling blingin, neck, wrist and mouth platted out
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Lavish out (Oooh!) tycoon, livin but sav it up (Oooh ooh)
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Send a package out till they strike a batter out (Oh boy!)
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If you aint got 2 or 3 TV's and DVD's dont even ride your shit
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If you aint sittin on 20's, go and buy some shit
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When we ride and make you handcuff and hide your bitch (Oh boy!)
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When your under arrest cause ??? all over her breasts
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And under her dress, she run to her ex
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Puttin hickeys all on her neck
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She bought me a Lex
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Playboy, its all on a bitch (Oh boy!)
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[Chorus]
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When you see me and my niggas come boy
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Got these playa hatas annoyed(Oh boy!)
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I just flipped the new big body toy
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Got these playa hatas annoyed (Oh boy!)
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So much money and iced up in this gator boy
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Got these playa hatas annoyed(Oh boy!)
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Pop your collar like a real playboy
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Got these playa hatas annoyed (Oh boy!)
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[Verse 2]
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Ballers check your credentials
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You gotta be over spotted, Geneva watch and know our
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pockets not a presedential
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Fuck a rental, fuck a limo
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Ridin luxury, descend through see them porno movies
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playin in my window (Oh boy!)
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Chokin pillows, a white spliff though indo
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Puff X, Lou Ferrino tough acts on Armadillo
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Bust of 'Ville dough, creepin to the jungle the woods
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In the Hillsboro, totin the pistol because we still roll (Oh boy!)
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Yo Yuk plus L.T equals very roll deep
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Gold teeth, fat belly's like Forty Fonzarelli
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Niggas smell me, so while you twerkin
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Surfin on the block hurtin
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I went huntin',workin excursions (Oh boy!)
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Iced up, like what
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Playa hate but ya momma and ya bitch like Yuk
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Always ridin on my nuts cause I'm the hardest nigga to spit out the West
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Mouth full of diamonds, i'll swallow ice shit out baguettes (Oh boy!)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Cop a dollar, pop a bottle pop a pill
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If you about the dollar bill that'll make ya swallow steel
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Just because I got a deal, that doesnt mean I'm not for real
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Bitch I'm straight up out the 'Ville, my niggas kill for the scrill' (Oh boy!)
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I smoke like a chimney, drink Remy till its empty
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I'm the hottest thing since 20's on Bently's
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I'm simply, baller-ific went from roaches on the water ridges
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To smokin ??? up in this (Oh boy!)
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Now we have the ass for cash
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Playstation in the Range, Dreamcast in the Jag
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Navigation in the dash, situation on fast
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Lavish pack platinum package platinum peices to match (Oh boy!)
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I keep a rolla, make ya tuck in ya gold
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I'm iced out finger fuckin ya hoe
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Gettin sucked in the 'Rove
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Or catch beef, roll up that Extasy
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Broken heavily smokin
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Live and direct from East Oakland (Oh boy!)
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[Chorus] X2
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Oh Boy!
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Yukmouth |