Tonart: Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
I'm
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going to be a hood on 22s
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with a strap at my lap
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and the 12s on black Timbs.
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What you gon' do?
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When I pull up to the club
with the bad lil bruh,
I'm about 6 feet tall,
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finna ball till I fall.
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What you gon' do?
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I came through the door, I said it before
I never let you haters
bring me down no more
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I never let you squares ride
with me when I roll
You know my destination
straight to the liquor store
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Skating through the parking lot
on 23 inches
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Chest sticking out from the
weight that I bitches
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Looking kinda mean
cause ain't nothing funny
See what I'm about
is out here trying to get the money
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Take a little honey if it's 36, 24, 36
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Long hair, big hips, so quick
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I'll be at him tryna see if it's real or fake
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I'll be in their ear
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like I'm tryna sell them real estate
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Don't take me but a minute
and add it to my stable
Run the table when it's
crackin' and they see me
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Poppin' all this drama
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cause I make it look easy
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When I'm gon' be a hood on 22
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With a strap in my lap
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and the 12s on Blacktown
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And what you gon' do, man?
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And what you gon' do?
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When I pull up to the club
with a bad lil' bro
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About six feet tall, finna' ball till I fall
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Oh, what you gon' do?
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I'm from Fairfield, 707
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Lil' T .J. in the box chair
Go scuba with me, take off the clothes
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Bring the scrape out, open all the doors
We gon' go dumb, show you goatee
In the high speed, F the police
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Me and Stella Kim,
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we ain't got the pills
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But for the flatlands,
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the homie from the hills
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Yeah, the Yeg, man, Puffer, Newport
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Federation with it, don't try to hate
You with all them, y 'all get scraped
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I'm Swimmin' Doe,
and I ain't a shrimp
I'm a lil' mama, damn, she hella thick
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Yeah, the Wayboy, boy, roll the stacks
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we came to bring it back
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But I'm gon' be a hood on 22
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With a strap at my lap
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and the 12s on black tamps
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And what you gon' do, man,
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ha -ha, and what you gon' do?
When I pull up to the club
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Bout six feet tall, finna ball till I fall
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What you gon' do, man, ha -ha,
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V -A -L -L -E -J -O
Frisco to the O, all the way to San Jo
Down with Mr. Stress
and the Federation we might be
All up in the club on these breezes
and gettin' high fee
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Where my Fairfield homies at, you know
Where my B -Town homies at, you know
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I'll be all up in the club
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Sittin' at the bar with baby
tryna get her perked
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got her lookin' at me like
What's up, poppy,
is it goin' down tonight?
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You know I'm tryna do the damn thing
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Do all your fine showin',
baby, it's a damn shame
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I got the Expedition sittin'
Let's jump in the backseat,
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that could be the startin' spot
so walkin' out the line
And all her friends gon' be
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when they start findin' out
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When I'm gon' be a hood on 22's
F#m
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with a schmack at my lap
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Bm
and the 12's on black temp
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And what you gon' do, man?
Ha -ha, and what you gon' do?
Bm
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When I pull up to the club
with a bad lil' bruh,
F#m
about six feet tall, finna ball till I fall
Bm
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Ha -ha, and what you gon' do?
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When I'm gon' be a hood on 22's
F#m
with a schmack at my lap
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Bm
and the 12's on black temp
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And what you gon' do, man?
Bm
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Bm
Ha -ha, and what you gon' do?
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When I pull up to the club
F#m
with a bad little girl
F#m
About six feet tall, finna ball till I fall
Bm
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Ha -ha, and what you gon' do?
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