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Me and my n*ggas tryna get it, ya bishHit this house then tell me is you with it, ya bishHome invasion was persuasiveFrom nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bishDreams of living life like rappers doBack when Compton rappers wasn't coolI f*cked Sherene then went to tell my brosThen Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came onHot sauce all in my Top Ramen, ya bishParked the car, then we started rhyming, ya bishThe only thing we had to free - our mindThen freeze that verse when we see dollar signsYou looking like an easy come up, ya bishA silver spoon I know you come from, ya bishAnd that's a lifestyle that we never knewGo at a reverend for the revenueIt go Halle Berry or HallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doEverybody gon' respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives foreverAnd I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feelA dollar might just f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feelA dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas that you came with, that's just how I feelLetras de cancionesA dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feelA dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feelDreams of living life like rappers doBump that new E-40 at the schoolYou know big ballin' with my homiesEarl Stevens had us thinking rationalBack to reality, we poor, ya bishAnother casualty of war, ya bishTwo bullets in my uncle Tony headHe said one day I'd be on tour, ya bishThat Louie's Burger never be the sameA Louis belt will never ease that painBut I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'Gang signs out the window, ya bishHoping all of em offend you, ya bishThey say your hood is a pot of goldAnd we gone crash it when nobody's homeIt go Halle Berry or HallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doEverybody gon' respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives foreverAnd I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feelA dollar might just f*ck your main b*tch, that's just how I feelA dollar might, say f*ck them n*ggas that you came with, that's just how I feelA dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feelA dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feelBe the last one out to get this dough? No wayLove one of you bucket headed hoes? No wayHit the streets, then we break the code? No wayHit the brakes, when they on patrol? No wayBe the last one out to get this dough? No wayLove one of you bucket headed hoes? No wayHit the streets, then we break the code? No wayHit the brakes, when they on patrol? No wayImagine Rock up in them projectsWhere them n*ggas pick your pocketsSanta Claus don't miss them stockingsLiquor spilling, pistols poppingBaking soda, YOLA whippingAin't no turkey on ThanksgivingMy homeboy just domed a n*ggaI just hope the Lord forgive himPots with cocaine residueEveryday I'm hustlingWhat else is a thug to do?When you eat cheese from the governmentGotta provide for my daughter an' 'emGet the f*ck up out my way, b*tchGot that drum and I got them bassJust like a parade, b*tchDrop that work up in the bushesHope them boys don't see my stashIf they do tell the truthThis the last time you might see my assFrom the gardens where the grass ain't cutThem serpents lurking bloodB*tches selling pussy, n*ggas selling drugsBut it's all goodBroken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it isTake your J's and tell you to kick it where a Footlocker isIn the streets with a heater under my dungareesDreams of me getting shaded under a money treeIt go Halle Berry or HallelujahPick your poison, tell me what you doEverybody gon' respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives foreverAnd I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feelKendrick, just bring my car back man.I called in for another appointment.I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways.Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house man. This man, on one, he feeling good as a mother fucker.Shit, I’m trynna get my thing going too. Just bring my car back.Shit, he faded. He feeling good. Look, listen to himGirl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat ass.Girl, Girl, I want your body, I want your body, cause of that big ol’ fat assSee he high as hell, and he ain’t even tripping off them damn dominoes anymore.Just bring the car backDid somebody say dominoes? From Letras Mania