Screech out, yeah That's what I'm talkin 'bout Ca$his, Shady Good lookin Em We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I'm movin steel Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal But you ain't runnin around here cause dude is real You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal I'm nine kids deep; see, why I gotta deal? And serve so the government, can't touch my skrill Before I'm sittin in my big, house, on the hill Dark, not in H.B., Hall go, have a meal I am the bogus boy, that was in my uncle's will You figured that out, and see that I'm a G for real And fear man is one thing that he don't feel Knock a nigga out, while his gun on him still 'Llac ('Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top) West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block That's how we do it out here, out here – folk That's how we do it out here, back forth - folk Back on the 'Llac ('Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top) West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block That's how we do it out here, out here – folk That's how we do it out here, back forth – folk Back screech out New Makaveli jeans, five Vicks, Blue Leaf Tall tee, hang to my motherfuckin knees nigga I got a gang of my partners from O.C., figure If it's some drama they all, ridin with me if ya recognize a situation that you can't win You may feel like a marked mellow but you can live Still you tryin to be hard, yellin out stupid shit I just look at you laughin, say that you a bitch I got somethin from class despite my truant seers But I can whoop on yo' ass homie if you in Sears It's better not to be brash and come with foolishness Talkin 'bout my county 'til you see how true it is Come to the 7-1-fo', Glizzy could get you rich Some of the homies got dough, the rest is militant We got goons that's loon tootin them wicked sticks My whole set to end, Shady that's what the bid'ness is We switchin lanes and candy paints on 22's And '83s and '88s, in grammar schools Different names of the 'Llac, I hear the hundred crews Miss the exit, that's all from gettin blunted fool Flick the tussin, a couple buzzards is comin through Soon as they see me say "Ca$h, I wanna fuck wit'chu" So many niggaz is lamed out, and gullible We make 'em lookouts in fog eyes for copper moves I was livin the life, of sellin rocks to dudes When I got to a block, I was unstoppable I had to serve out the 'Llac, cause they was watchin moves But bein poor was just, somethin I couldn't do I wanna roll in a six-hundred and stunt on you Next time I see you and yours, I'll pull a gun on you Through every stage of my life, I been that fuckin dude You should be glad I took, time to fuck wit'chu
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Copy to Clipboard: Screech out, yeah That's what I'm talkin 'bout Ca$his, Shady Good lookin Em We in the Cadillac Cartel and Snoop DeVilles Ridin on Treys like Barksdale, I'm movin steel Step out and see the new Car-mellos you would steal But you ain't runnin around here cause dude is real You dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal I'm nine kids deep; see, why I gotta deal? And serve so the government, can't touch my skrill Before I'm sittin in my big, house, on the hill Dark, not in H.B., Hall go, have a meal I am the bogus boy, that was in my uncle's will You figured that out, and see that I'm a G for real And fear man is one thing that he don't feel Knock a nigga out, while his gun on him still 'Llac ('Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top) West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block That's how we do it out here, out here – folk That's how we do it out here, back forth - folk Back on the 'Llac ('Llac) motion (motion) drop (drop) top (top) West (West) coast (coast) beatin down yo' block That's how we do it out here, out here – folk That's how we do it out here, back forth – folk Back screech out New Makaveli jeans, five Vicks, Blue Leaf Tall tee, hang to my motherfuckin knees nigga I got a gang of my partners from O.C., figure If it's some drama they all, ridin with me if ya recognize a situation that you can't win You may feel like a marked mellow but you can live Still you tryin to be hard, yellin out stupid shit I just look at you laughin, say that you a bitch I got somethin from class despite my truant seers But I can whoop on yo' ass homie if you in Sears It's better not to be brash and come with foolishness Talkin 'bout my county 'til you see how true it is Come to the 7-1-fo', Glizzy could get you rich Some of the homies got dough, the rest is militant We got goons that's loon tootin them wicked sticks My whole set to end, Shady that's what the bid'ness is We switchin lanes and candy paints on 22's And '83s and '88s, in grammar schools Different names of the 'Llac, I hear the hundred crews Miss the exit, that's all from gettin blunted fool Flick the tussin, a couple buzzards is comin through Soon as they see me say "Ca$h, I wanna fuck wit'chu" So many niggaz is lamed out, and gullible We make 'em lookouts in fog eyes for copper moves I was livin the life, of sellin rocks to dudes When I got to a block, I was unstoppable I had to serve out the 'Llac, cause they was watchin moves But bein poor was just, somethin I couldn't do I wanna roll in a six-hundred and stunt on you Next time I see you and yours, I'll pull a gun on you Through every stage of my life, I been that fuckin dude You should be glad I took, time to fuck wit'chu
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