(feat. Daz Dillinger, The Game, T-Pain)
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[Daz Dillinger + (T-Pain)]
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Yeah, help for the helpless!
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Big money, big cars.. big weed! [T-Pain adlibs]
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Y'all know what time it is! But you better stack that money!
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(Awww shit! Ha ha ha ha...)
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For baaaiiilll....
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[Chorus 2X: T-Pain]
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I'm on bail, got that weight for sale
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Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail
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I'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell
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Yeah!
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[Daz Dillinger]
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I'm on a two million dollar bail
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Caught with the product that them young niggaz sell
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I'm fresh outta cells, twelve hours later.. my clientele hit my pager
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The situation gettin thick, Dat Nigga Daz is major!
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I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
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Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor
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She a fighter to the fullest, if I lose I catch a bullet (bullet)
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Can't tell a nigga nuttin when he starvin and losin
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Now I'm back up on the street, completely correctly
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You disrespect me, it's the same that's it's gon' be
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Automatics get tragic when you let niggaz have it
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Then I'm caught back up like before, I gotta stack my cabbage
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Monday morning, 8:30 right back in court
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Couple of homeboys, my momma give me full support
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Raised up filthy but the Lord be with me
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Like an addict, it's the verdict and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"
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[Chorus]
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[Xzibit]
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They used to have me on that paperwork
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'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
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See I was first on my block with .40 caliber glocks
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Similarities to my uncut, they ready to rock (ready to rock)
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'Cause everybody wanna ball, nobody wanna get caught
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Only the pros and the cons get to stack these knots
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Motherfuckers want that Benz with the millions by the karats
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When they fencing all day, they start talkin like a parrot
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Information they sharing so be cautious where ya walk
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Never pillow talk behind closed doors in the dark
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It might creep back and bite you, indict you, convict you
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to a five by nine for a very long time
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Fuck droppin dimes, niggaz is droppin whole hundreds
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So the hood's gettin skinny and the one-times love it
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If I don't go get it, then the next nigga will
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So I kill at will with my gauge in them killin fields
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Yeah!
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[Chorus]
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[The Game]
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Yo X, tell my momma to put the house up, wait, the house cost too much
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Tell her to get a hundred grand out the Porsche truck
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It's just like a house 'cause I take a bath in it
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Get ass in it and I gotta stash in it
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Smoke hash in it, blueberry chocolate tah
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Smokin chronic make me see shit, like 2Pac alive
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Bandana knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
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Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
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I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
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This some gangster shit for my niggaz down on death row
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Exhibit A - watch how I let the tec go
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And Exhibit B - burn the rubber on the West coast
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Xzibit (laughing)] Y'all know y'all miss that shit
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On Bail
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Xzibit |