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Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, right
I'm air tight, in them Air Nikes
If the Navy outside, I be there
hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like trunks, keep a spare

You see the lump the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to head
And if you see a truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
I'm goin' goin', back back

To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the
Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, call me Chick Hearns
'Cause if the game on knot, I'm the shots
I'll a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX

Then get gangster with a meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz drama in hell

Yeah, so Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya Fig'
Doin' it big and don't wanna yo' wig

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with
What you had to smash fo', tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all this Bay game
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay

I'll you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around snitches
you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay
you ask fo', representin' Bay game

I be the boy with the cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the where they goin' savage
One, two, we on the rooftop
Let the ghost ride then we come to two stops

eight'n by the corner sto'
Niggarali from killer Cali you let 'em know
Yeahh, ya hit me on my
pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit

They got me in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT and big sounds
on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab
Stackin' up this now these niggaz hella mad

Fuck that nigga, he got another on the board?
right, another album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the don't play
I represent the whole Bay motherfuckin' day

I'll give you you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', tried to play me man
you ask fo', all about this Bay game
Anything you ask fo', Bay game

Count rubber band
I'm out big on the under, my fam bam
And I, the lands
To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the

No jams the flam's all
The dames want the when, they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til they get some
But testin' my pocket, only gets you

'Cause I, got a mentality
The scrubs eat shrimp and get my salary
They ain't knowin' I'm laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm on the mic 'cause I do gleam

All types of baguettes and
We shine like {unverified} rebels
2005, me and my just pile the pots
Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to

D.J.