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Uh! Yeah, what's crackin' nigga?
What's crackin' nigga?
Yeah, see, connected with my homeboy Cavi
Y'all know what time it is
Straight out the womb homie
I got a question, and it goes like this...
The question at hand, is I should I bang these, slang these?
Get 'em all and pull out them hankies
Flip a cup to this, clink it, load it up and bust to this
Kick up dust to this, bust a heat, lay chalk to this or walk to this
Sting you, beat you with one whistle
It's that rag high twister, anti-disco
Long time, long see, but we gon' put this rider cart back together
But gangsta's how it's gon' be
Stand up, niggas throw your hands up
Wipe it off, crack it off and Loc turn the can up
This that G from the heart, known for creeping in the dark
You're like Cyrus fool, I'm calling a meeting in the park
And Romes and Cavies hopping out the 2002 Caddy
Loc and Dub C and Cavi
Lift it up nigga, smoke to this
Gangstas dog and loc to this, all real niggas roll to this
All y'all haters gon' talk to this
And all real gangstas gon' walk to this
'Cause all true players gon' mack to this
Bump around to this, you gon' clap to this
'Cause some of y'all niggas can't play the game
And some of y'all niggas can't do the thing
'Cause half of y'all niggas is scared of fame
We chasing dreams like the bigger game
Catch me in the MC or catch me in the double R
G'd up and starred, caviar
Cold ass nigga when it comes to my chippers
I'm nutty as a snicker when it comes to legal tender
Currency collector, bring it back now selector
Catch a lick slipping and I'm quick to intercept her
Cash like a pass, mash to keep it coming
Mr. Keep a fat knot, I'm always up to something
To get another chisag, I bet the new Blizzags
Be on chrome feet, TVs with beat
Matching Sea-Doos with the PS2s
Smoking Devorkian, sipping VS2
Big dollars, Impalas, caviar got that Bombay holler
Haters hate to this, lowriders scrape to this
And all my real riders bounce, rock, skate to this
All y'all haters gon' talk to this
And all real gangstas gon' walk to this
'Cause all true players gon' mack to this
Bump around to this, you gon' clap to this
'Cause some of y'all niggas can't play the game
And some of y'all niggas can't do the thing
'Cause half of y'all niggas is scared of fame
We chasing dreams like the bigger game
Ghetto glamour, rather put my thumb on my hammer
Looking like I'm dealing with most known to Santa
Chronic in my lungs nigga, ice on my neck
.22'S on my truck nigga, zap in my deck
Gang related, I mash when it's time to ride
And for my niggas incarcerated, I grind and push his line
Sip Marlboro to his braids straight banging
G'd up and for all y'all I'ma stay swanging
Oh yeah, you know we stay on that gangsta page
Golf hats, Romeos, 12 gauge and braids
OG trips, cuddies with Euro clips
Keep 'em smoking Gladys Knight with the E on the pimp
Dip with new fits and whips so we can twist like Daytons
'Bout my revenue, stop hating
In the pink Cavi go hard on y'all
Boss balling y'all, this for all of y'all, nigga
All y'all haters gon' talk to this
And all real gangstas gon' walk to this
'Cause all true players gon' mack to this
Bump around to this, you gon' clap to this
'Cause some of y'all niggas can't play the game
And some of y'all niggas can't do the thing
'Cause half of y'all niggas is scared of fame
We chasing dreams like the bigger game
All y'all haters... what's crack?
Dub C and Cavi
Fort Knox, bandana swanging collab
Y'all know what time it is
Yeah, X the womb, X the womb
True Mill Work, Fort Knox
They fuck with us, stuck with us
Nigga, what's crack?
Yeah, you know
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