Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, Norfside, six-five, six-seven
Woo me baby, blue Mercedes, new 380 (Yeah, yeah, Hellcat)
If I was Mike I woulda shot that nigga Stacy
I feel like Mike in '98 (On my boys)
They tried to play me so I shot it in his face
Got it out the mud (Yeah), got it out of state (Facts)
Arizona jug (Uh-huh), California plate (Yeah)
She my California love (Yeah), we can californicate
Wanna party with a thug, you might have to take the case
You ain't never faced a felony, ain't never fought the state
I ain't never been no lame, heard them fellas bought your gang, how was that? (I would really like to know)
I can tell how you rap (For real)
You would probably tell if it ever came to that, but
Yeah
If it ever came to that, but (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
He run up on me, Imma have to let the stick blow
She say she love me, I might have to let that bitch go (Yeah)
Me and my brothers like the Klitschkos
We got the rocket, made 'em panic at the WinCo
You know it's win some, lose some, win more (Win more)
Yeah, who's that creepin' in my window? (Hey)
Meet the flocka with a choppa
Wave hi to the helicopter (Hey, hello)
Gang slides down Orizaba (Yeah)
Cannot see my gang file, I hope my picture proper
I like to throw my weight 'round, I wait around for nada (Nah)
And I can put that on my momma
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