[Tash talkin] what up Fred you know ooh woop ooh woop oh boy, oh boy oh girl
[Defari] Wassup Fred I need a 4X to the head or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred" can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me (where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame of your house if your system got that Roger bounce mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce tap an oldie, down the goldie mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce tap an oldie, down the gold set shit straight I'm money for that money rollin state I'm a different level me of authentic L.A. Fred Wreck, Fredrigo meet me on pico I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico Hennessey all day hate is nothing to a boss I feels like my nigga Big Hutch buck what it cost I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin
[Chorus - Defari] this that kinda shit that make you wanna jump for the car stereos wit that extra hump make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck Defari right back wit that extra thump this that typa shit blow out ya truck make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump Defari right back wit that extra thump
[Defari] See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point from the jungles to the eastside Carson to Pacoima finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California the style I flip is so versitale you too young girl, don't want to hurt you child cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff make a top notch and a momma fall in love see in the club my niggaz all rollin up dubs everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what 300 M, we came, chop game around the town all these motherfuckers know my name
[Chorus]
[Tash] Ha, listen 6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday L.A. California, that's the way we play we do it to a Likwit music power movement, home improvement we don't give a fuck say what you say D to the E-F-A-R-I we sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die we trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable the Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club if the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith we ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump
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[Tash talkin] what up Fred you know ooh woop ooh woop oh boy, oh boy oh girl
[Defari] Wassup Fred I need a 4X to the head or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred" can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me (where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame of your house if your system got that Roger bounce mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce tap an oldie, down the goldie mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce tap an oldie, down the gold set shit straight I'm money for that money rollin state I'm a different level me of authentic L.A. Fred Wreck, Fredrigo meet me on pico I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico Hennessey all day hate is nothing to a boss I feels like my nigga Big Hutch buck what it cost I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin
[Chorus - Defari] this that kinda shit that make you wanna jump for the car stereos wit that extra hump make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck Defari right back wit that extra thump this that typa shit blow out ya truck make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump Defari right back wit that extra thump
[Defari] See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point from the jungles to the eastside Carson to Pacoima finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California the style I flip is so versitale you too young girl, don't want to hurt you child cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff make a top notch and a momma fall in love see in the club my niggaz all rollin up dubs everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what 300 M, we came, chop game around the town all these motherfuckers know my name
[Chorus]
[Tash] Ha, listen 6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday L.A. California, that's the way we play we do it to a Likwit music power movement, home improvement we don't give a fuck say what you say D to the E-F-A-R-I we sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die we trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable the Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club if the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith we ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump
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