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Ft. RiFF RAFF & King Chip


I remember bussin' missions back when I was just a shawty (go)

Ran away from, home, was beggin' Mumbles to record me (go)

Kept it G with all my raps and real niggas supported me

Did the hoop, it wasn't on the film, but bitch I kept distorting

Niggas wasn't drinkin' 40s, just 4 locos and we dezzle wine

I used to rock the table with the double line

Try to double my dollars, scored it and I need another dime

Nickles, penis quit fast, double time, I done played with mine

Turn it, no cash is the only way to grind


(Gimme some, gimme some)

Nigga, we the California state of mind

(Gimme some, gimme some)

Statin' yo business, and I'm a state of mind

(Gimme some, gimme some)

Cuz that's the way that I was raised

Forward, back, and pick a way

State to state, got em knocked and to the base they leanin'

(Whip it, whip it, whip it) I'm swervin'

(Whip it, whip it, whip it) I got it goin'

(Whip it, whip it, whip it) I say, I say

(Verse 2)

It used to be a dream to make yo mane buy me

Now they want the no.1, they see I came starvin'

I ain't got no time, girl, I'm trying to get to the top

'Cause at the top they got a lot of guap

And with the guap, you can beat the cops, boy, I'm hot

I keep it real with my broadies, broadies stay real with me

I keep it 150 with women and that's why they feelin' me

Beemer butter on the seats, trade that, you might get the Jeep

I'm tellin' y'all aflex, don't too much get real as me

See, I pop out double flip kick, and that's just for kicks

Go to my trunk and I switch kicks, now that's for yo chick

I had the ? get that prescription and that's for the zip

Then grab the siltriss so I can sprick sip and that's for the whip

You know I smell like damp when I walk into the bank

Deposit withdraw some and use yo check to fill up my tank

My girl don't want a club nigga, she want a BO dub nigga

The crowd goes wild, cuz well, the crowd is in love with em

Please move...


(Whip it, whip it, whip it) Real

(Whip it, whip it, whip it) Goddamn

(Whip it, whip it, whip it) Real

(Whip it, whip it, whip it) Yuh

(Verse 3)

Mainstream baller, show cart chemist

Single bullet viper with the whale, won't finish

You rappers seen a girl get naked at the dentist

She can Benni Hanna, forese shot caller

Coulda been a scholar, but I chose to chase dollas

Young Jose, rap no gray

Bundle storm Benz, can't decide where to stay

Can't decide where to live, homeless ass hustler

2.5 mill, flippin' candy honey mustard

Oh, now we jack tellin'?! Used to be a felon

But now I got ? and Versace, y'all tell it

Drop-top roller, syrup in my soda

It's the Jodi High roller


Look here, yknowwImsayn

Check this out, ya dig

Shit, damn, yknowwImsayn

Goddamn, it's all about that movin' forward

Ye dig, now check it out

You got a lotta back on you, but I'm tryna check it out

And get you the front, yknowwImsayn, yknowwImsayn

So you don't have to work shit, yknowwImsayn

Yo fame is lookin' real nice too

Look, ma, I'm gettin' tired of playn nah

I tend to do that

Becuz you got that wide back

Now lemme get back on point

It's all about goin' forward and lettin' em know how it was

Back where you came yknowwImsayn

In yo case, yo behind is always fine so yo back is neva slackin'

yknowwImsayn baby?

Well shit, well damn, well hell, baby

You got a couple em wicha

Doin' shit now, ok, I got ya

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