???, I promised you
Yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, look
I ain't scared about sticks or none of that shit
'Cause I don't need that, I got enough hits
And know enough chicks to know where you live
Why be tough when I could be slick?
I don't even trip 'cause if I get chipped
Everyone slides, the cops and the Crips
My aunt Janis is way in the sticks
And confiscating everyone's bricks
Uh-huh
Give me that powder, yeah, you got loud but I can get louder
Shawty was choosin', I shouldn't of allowed her
Yeah, that shit was messy, I had to reroute her
He shot a jab and I had to counter
Pop, pop, pop and now he's a downer
Someone call the truck, come get this nigga up
They tell me "What happened?"
Oh, I don't know, he was acting tough
Thought he was a joke so I'm poker, called his bluff
When he finally had to show his hand he was holding none
Nigga nan', come up with a plan
We'll get you hit while we post pics at Disneyland
Never been a gangster though, that's no good for the brand
He was dying on that hill, that shit was made of sand
You cannot tell me 'bout what I can do or I can't
I was K.i.D, when you see me now I'm the man
Spent that in a week 'cause it was just a hundred bands
We just won again and me and Candis hit our dance
If you suck my dick, you might not get another chance
Still good
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