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DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh A lot of motherfuckers be in the studio stressed 'cause they lyin' It's tough to make up lies, nigga, this our life East Side on mine Just like every time L, L Interior like white wine We don't wear jeans in here Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just watchin' 'em This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim Uh, can't hang if you don't swang My gang do anything, I came to bring the pain My strain is self-explained, you lame And can't get it off of you yet I toss up the set, bosses only, come correct Horses in my bet Porsches growlin' loud, big money portions You made it off the porch, I let nature run its course Play the game hard as a sport, we up and down the court In the field, shit is real, houses in the hill Hunded dollar bills fallin' out the sky, keep the liquor chill Chrome grills, insides clean, that's just how we live Letras de cancionesQuick to make the paper appear Got your chick puttin' up silverware Keepin' that weed smoke up in the air These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars In the club takin' pictures with bottles and never poppin' 'em Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs, now you just watchin' 'em This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim And you can tell which car's mine Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine I don't wear jeans in here, I'm slidin' in my sweats Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sittin', watchin' This that fly doctrine Take pictures like my Compton uncles, now they think I gang bang Fool, I just be low ridin' Everywhere I go, for sure, I bring that East Side in Always outside ridin' while them other crews hidin' Got magenta tinted diamonds, my Rolex whinin' First class seat reclinin', whack ass rapper feature declinin', I am These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em Handin' 'em back to your big dawg, now you sittin', watchin' This that fly doctrine, Andretti and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim Yeah, that's them They gon' let us in Got KK and Andretti in these joints These motherfuckin' joints is like We smokin' like three hundred dollar joints basically at this point I don't know if you ever had a three hundred dollar joint You hangin' 'round the wrong folks From Letras Mania