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Yee

Chrous:

That’s the call of my thugs

When they step up in the club they go yee

When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee

You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee

If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee

My area code grows some of the best weed in the world

My ninja we aint no punk

They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice

Cause we always smell like skunk

Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten every time you see me

Bending corners in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi

Pimpin’ the law up on us – Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law

Always pullin’ me over and searchin’ my fucking car

Searchin’ my Gluteus Maximus – flashlight in my jaw

Actin’ like some batchesses – thinkin’ I got rock

Doin’ it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid, smoke a spliff,

Earl bent, push ya wig, bout’ my nig

Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark

Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up top

I get a call from young bop, he up out my zone

He said yo hillside nigga Ned on his way home

I said well tell him to call me – I love his ass to death

Any nigga hatin’ we gonna take his last breath

Chrorus

Biatch ! It’s yo partna from the town ma’an

I see yall doin’ it big you getting’ down ma’an

Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me

Where every niggas ballin’ that’s where bitches gonna be

You can go across the bridge fucking wit a bitch

Don’t matter which side you be all up in some shit before you know it

It aint like it used to be

Everybody got straps to shoot you or me

I give a fuck about who, I don’t even know you

Sup – yeah pimpin’ I got my thang too

And its coo cause I know you know it

I aint even gotta pull it

I aint even gotta show it

Don’t blow it – that’s what a black man’s thinkin’

I’ll be laying underground in a casket stinkin’

If I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 bumpin’ Whats all that noise

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Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friend

Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friend

You said that do that, pull that, shoot that

Now where your crew at

What you gonna do next

Im a west coast nigga yee

Im a east coast nigga yee

Im a down south nigga yee

Im a Midwest nigga yee

Repeat Chorus

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