Intro (x2)
But one thing, G rida die
Motherfuckers gonna die tonight (I ain't gettin' here)
'Cause we come from California
And we are 187

Verse 1
Who shot shit
Nigga daddy calling me this
And beat you the def with the bag that have pissed that could smirk folks' ways
The coast is clear, put the metal to its head like the rocket tear
Ski masks on my face, 45 on my waistline
Don't call the doctor, he dead on the flatline
Niggas talkin' 'bout how many guns they poppin'
To their soul levitatin' like Mary Poppins
I was in the hood servin' when I heard them shots
Thank God I ain't get hit when I heard them shots
It's the West Coast bitch, my time is done
I'm a classic like Gorilla City Valiant One (one)

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Verse 2
Nigga my low-lows deep and dating Rodgers
Gangstas ain't gangsta (tired)
Khakis straighter than three-four-five
Dollar figgin' nigga them boys on fire
I let the chrome do a slow dance
Home three wheels cruisin' down rose crayons
Push in the air (four-five on my way)
And it's too late then (four-five on your face)
Deny Miller leave your whole team shook
Or hard to find like the inner walkthrough book
My nigga popped off gate, her nigga just can't wait
I'm from the hood, so I gotta put some food on my plate (wait)

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