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[Hi-C:] Yeah... H-I' It don't stop... y'all niggaz must have forgot Y'all motherfuckers gon' mind me Yeah... check it out, check it out Now I won't call ya crab if you don't call me slob Livin' in the West is a full-time job Niggaz be trippin' off of petty shit Nigga miss me with that bank and then check yo' grip You gots to know when to ride, know when to hide Know when to blast, and try not to die Niggaz be whoopin' that yang and shit Knowin' they be suckin' up a gang of dick You need to stop runnin' your mouth, be quiet You won't throw a rock in a riot See we can make shit like this all day And serve it to yo' ass like some Aliz
Writer(s): Marlon Coles, Ray Lynch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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