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[Deuce] Yeah, 9 lives [Truth] California, Hollyhood got the liquor feelin' good Cali bud light it up Get your money that's what's up Ya that's me from the streets in the car with my heat What you need? V-I who, V-I what, you with me [Deuce Chorus: x2] Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded And baby momma if you want it we can make it [Truth] Just close your eyes completely shut Open your eyes and face The Truth Marinate facts observe the scene GML respect the roots Money, money I get it, get it Hustle hard no lookin' back Shake them haters that's for real Make some moves and watch me stack Letras de cancionesI'm hood baby can't you tell Hollywood fuck Glendale Oh well I went to jail Guess what, Deuce got bail 9 lives off my chain I'm cool cool, so insane Mona Lisa, perfect picture Got beef my pistol get you Chuck Taylors, white T's, low riders, man please Back up off me you fuckin' chump Turn this up and let it bump Ruthless cats on my team Nightmare, I'm in your dream You're the crop I'm the cream I'm the hustler you're the fiend Back it up, shake that ass Me and Deuce no need to ask He gone crazy lost his mask I gone crazy and got his back Lights on, lights off It's about to spark off Flow is so heavy it'll knock your socks off [Deuce Chorus: x2] Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded And baby momma if you want it we can make it [Deuce] This shit's so easy You see me, you can't believe that it's me Oh my God, he's in all my dreams Oh my God, you know how to sing Oh my God, it's you is this real? Ya you see me sittin' and drinkin' You see me sittin', I'm thinkin' she thinks I'm easy Believe me when she comes home there's no teasin' And there's no speakin', ya feel me? She wants to fuck with no rubber and she go think I'ma love her Bitch better stay in the covers 'cuz we ain't gotta be lovers Just take your pants off and cuddle Don't call your man cuz it's trouble, If he comes back I'ma shovel a hole so deep in my yard I'll let him sleep with the sharks, fishes So don't be alarmed when I take the keys to your car Wa we ain't gotta be buddies or hug inside of no club We ain't gotta make nothin public, so fuck it 'Cuz next week I'll be havin' models and bottles inside my one room apartment That's when this shit gets retarded And bitches start seein' doubles of me and wake up in trouble with me 'She's only 17 man!' That's when they call the police [Deuce Chorus: x2] Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded And baby momma if you want it we can make it [Truth] Oohhhh, I'm back, The Truth, that's that I'ma star like Terry O, short bus retarded flow Want the money plus the fame, run rap mando I'm fast, faster than a honey mustard lambo movin' through an open road Worldwide, around the globe What's the streets without the code? Escobar without the blow Jiberjaber yip yap Competition where you at? All you suckers I don't slack Got a problem, do the math [Deuce Chorus] Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded And baby momma if you want it we can make it From Letras Mania