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(The-the-the The Mekanix) S-N-double-O, don't forget the P, pimp A hundred million later and I'm still on that G shit Been all around the world on my LBC shit 213 click, wish Nate could see this Recognize game when it's in your face And when I pull up, all you hear is "Everlasting Bass" Say what up to my young life, give dap to the G's Kiss some aunties and models that's happy to see me Snoopy D-O-double, where you been? On Highway 110 doing a hundred and ten Back in the building like I forgot something Mekanix on the beat, you know it knock, cousin Flow dippin' and slidin', Crippin' and ridin', sittin' on candy paint Dressin' and finessin', lookin' like a blessing Making all the hoes faint, the Dogg Four-fifteens with thе Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is thе slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (Crip!) Throwing up gang signs (Suwoop!) Four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (where you from cuz? Crip!) Niggas throwing up gang signs Four-nick shells, somethin' fat on my lap Couple suckas that'll tell you how I cracked on they hat Couple suckas that'll tell you we ain't dishin' out passes Couple suckas that ain't here and we'll piss on they ashes, yeah Twisting up my fingers, send a signal like the blinkers Get you hit with all these blickies, Nipsey screamin' out the speakers Hit me on my beeper if it's urgent or you tweakin' Free my lil' bruh from Kiefer If he snitchin', you can keep him (yeah) Show the pink slip if you ain't leased 'em, nigga, shut up I just stuck my dick all in her mouth, she actin' stuck-up Why they do the most on Instagram, but never run up? Probably 'cause I'm ridin' with that yeeky, I got one up (yeah) Membership, ask about the Mozzy, niggas been the shit Benefits, profit off they work 'cause that's what business is The tentative, all I heard was dividends, I'm all in On Bloods, we put in labor with kaydas, it wasn't no calling in Four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (Crip!) Throwing up gang signs (Suwoop!) Four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (where you from cuz? Crip!) Niggas throwing up gang signs (Suwoop!) Still sippin' gin and juice while I'm smoking marijuana I bet you never blew with Obama Crip walking with my homegirl Martha While I'm passing joints to Madonna Who wanna smoke with Snoop? Let's have a smoke or two Puff, puff, pass, that's what real smokers do You just smokin' on Gary Payton, I was smokin' with Gary Payton We not the same, stop hatin' Triple gold Daytons and the walls is white Never made it to the league, but live a baller's life (yeah) Rest in peace Kobe and Gigi LA ain't been the same since we lost the homie Nipsey (neighborhood) Pour out a little liquor for Pac And while you at it, say a prayer for the homie Doc When Snoop drop, I make the world go crazy It still ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby I got four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (Crip!) Throwing up gang signs (Suwoop!) Four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (where you from cuz? Crip!) Niggas throwing up gang signs (Suwoop! The Mekanix) Another one of those Bay Area slappers Bread in hand, cheese and crackers You understand what I'm sayin'? Big Boss Dogg, The Mekanix Huh, what's happenin', Fab? It's a dope era we livin' in, man Ayy, if you don't understand that, you don't understand nothin' You under-dig what I mean? We just chopping game right now, man, with the Zap, man Got the Zap board in my hand Tuning this shit to— ayy, turn that bass up a little bit like Yeah, uh-huh Turn them highs down right, yeah, right there Yeah Now bring that hook back Bring that shit back, Loco Come on I got four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap (yes sir) Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (Crip!) My niggas throwing up gang signs (Suwoop!) Four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap Riding through the ghetto, all you hear is the slap (all you hear is the slap) Everybody throwing up gang signs (where you from cuz? Crip!) My niggas throwing up gang signs (Suwoop!)
Writer(s): Timothy Cornell Patterson, Calvin Broadus Jr., Dontrell Mayfield, Kenneth Tullis Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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