Kunci: F minor•
Intro 1
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And we still bangin' on the mother
Verse 1
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fuckin' streets
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of the Southern Cal ifas
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to my motherfuckin' gangstas,
where you at?
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Rollin' around in a Cadillac,
all black strap
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Yeah, I'm talkin' to my Gs,
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not no motherfuckin' pretty
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Worldwide, we beatin', makes me jeez
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We done bought those other
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All you motherfuckin' haters R .I .P
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H's up in the sky, it's all I see
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Mr. Criminal gives a fuck
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Haters come and go, but fuck it,
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I make your money different ways,
you do the same
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Right before you crash,
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you better stay up out my lane
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When they hear my flow,
they say I'm dope like cocaine
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Blow your fuckin' head off
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with a gaze like Cobain
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I hear these fools
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But nobody listens, their flows lame
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Ain't nobody listen to that
wack -ass shit,
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these motherfuckers be droppin'
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I mean these motherfuckers be floppin'
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Ha ha ha, yeah
If it ain't HPG,
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it ain't me Mr. Criminal
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Goddang, some of these punks true
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Fuck the British B -b -b -b -buck,
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that's the sound from the Glock
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Holla, point, tiff, make it loud,
that's hard stock
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Mr. Criminal,
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what you hearin' on your block?
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Billboards every year, here at Nonstop
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High power motherfuckin' kingpins
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See your ship slowly fuckin' sinkin'
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All my moves hatin', steady peepin'
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Catch you creepin', bitches,
you sweet deepin'
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Up high by a smock lock,
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make your fuckin' heart stop
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Fuck all you lies, bust no one in shots
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We the riders that you envy and follow
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Tryn a call my phone,
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askin' me for a bottle?
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Childin', dawg, I'm hotter than Thamales
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I been in the driver's seat,
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Hotter than the motherfuckin' streets
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I'm a sick breed,
comin' slicker than a six -speed
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Motherfuckers wanna trip,
they come against me
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I ain't trippin',
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motherfuckers lookin' wimpy
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Simply, I'm tempty
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Motherfuckers wanna run up
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Hollow points and leave ya done up
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With your brains leaking off
your fuckin' back
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Hol low points leave
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you motherfuckers takin' a nap
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Make you have bad dreams
like a flashback
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Jumpin' on steelos like
they call me Sasquatch
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Big foot, stomp your door,
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Bottles actin' like some bitches,
that's it, what's that?
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got some pussies under nut sacks
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Whore, you tryna disagree with her?
Watch me bust back
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Certified Southside platinum,
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you can't touch that
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You motherfuckers
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with a ten -foot pole, homie
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Not even if your punk -ass life's
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You're still bringing
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that raw shit
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Westside til I die, huh,
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yeah
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it was meant to be.
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