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Only the strong can survive, Cali is where I reside Hustlers with flashy rides, bitches with big behinds Vigils, candle lights, artillery oversized The element of surprise, robberies, homicides I'm maney I'm mannish, I'm cuttin' up I'm havin' my dough or should I say pie crust? I never move slow 'cause I'm always in a rush You threaten me ho, I'm gonna have you touched up You think I won't go my nigga? Then try your luck We can go toe-to-toe and bet I fuck you up I got moulah, chalupa bust your medulla Never funk with a nigga that got gouda The everyday attitude of a Bay boy The wrong side of the bed I woke up today boy Will get on your head and split your toupee boy You let that bitch get in your ear just like an Android I be on one! Better do what I say right away I be on one! Don't try to get in my way, I ain't playin' I be on one! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I be on one! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I be on one! I be on one my nigga! All I think about is money, pussy and liquor Clientele and climbing, trying to get ten figures Try to wipe me out and I'm gonna get in your business I say what I say and mean what I say what I said When I get a speeding ticket, go to class I don't pay it I'm a stingy motha fucka 'bout my chicken and bones White boy wasted, bowls and bongs Black boy faded, Backwoods and cones Heem and vodka, high as a drone I've been ballin' since a teen, on the scene, me and my team Soil living, hot water, cornbread and navy beans Beverly hillbilly, roosters, horses and goats Got family in the "The Boot", Louisiana got kin folks Bicoastal, not local, shop at Cavalli on Soho My pistol on split your tamale, G-27-40 I be on one! Better do what I say right away I be on one! Don't try to get in my way, I ain't playin I be on one! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I be on one! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I be on one! 2-3-4-5, Northern California where this hustla resides Don't say I didn't warn ya, hella people done died Funkin' over corners, niggas losing their lives This world is small and it's cold and it's smirkish Lotta these suckas is bogus, losin their mind and their focus I don't know if you noticed, I don't know if you noticed The loudest talkers is always the brokest Roast you with the toasters, leave you stinking like halatosis Raising the rubble the struggle, gravel, the tar Where they play with them drums and pluck you like a guitar His bitch wanna cuddle, she tryna get us in trouble She tryna make us a item, she want us to be a couple I be on one! Better do what I say right away I be on one! Don't try to get in my way, I ain't playin I be on one! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I be on one! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I be on one!
Writer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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