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If any one of you players in here oppose meI'll tear your season apart like D. Rose's kneeCall me the original gangster O.G.I'll split your head to the white meat poultryThat's why my legacy starts where your era beginsI've taken over this franchise like Jeremy LinY'all niggas buyin' your own albums, you pay to sellWho dares to compare an Alpha to a Beta male?You lames ain't as hot as me, look the other directionI'll turn your brain to cottage cheese like some butt injectionsBaby, that naval piercing just ain't gon' workIf your fuckin' stomach lookin' like some balled-up homeworkI'm the flyest nigga flyin' here, Ryan yeah, pioneerTry me here, you're dying hereI am where the guided where the iron, where?It's only Just, me and Tony TouchSippin' Patron out a styrofoamy cup50 emcees, how many fans can Tony touch?Special hoes call us testicles, they know we nutsI'm the opposite of horny sluts I don't give a fuckWhen it come to shootin', I'm Kobe KlutchPut 'em on mute when they know the boss is speakin'Our album's comin' out before it's supposed toThat's how I leave 'emLeakin'Letras de cancionesPussy, you tampon I'm in San JuanWith some Puerto Ricans that'll merk you in churchAnd ignore the deaconI'm the god of the West CoastA lot of niggas rappin' over there, I'm the best, thoughHouse Gang matching in escrow, nigga, my neck glowLike ODin' on coke, you'll get the death blowI run these emcees like Master JDon't get it backwards like Paul RevereRest in peace MCAAKs, semis and long clips, I'm from Long BeachEastside, the city of Crips, cous'You are now tuned inMan, I hope you've been tuned into the most influentialBeat-ruining human being on fluidPuerto Rican speakin', check me out with the yaowa movementI'm Mr. Everybody's Favorite LineMr. Unofficial Remixer hop on there and make it mineMr. Stage Ripper, send that grip and ain't a place and timeMr. Never Front On The Hood - no Mercedes signMr. No Missus, just dope bitches takin' fine licks of mineFrom-behind stick it 'til they taste the slimeI'm so gangster, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with meLike I care, if it's weave in your hair, I've got trees and a beerMeet me in the stairsBut be careful, cause last time you got pee on your gearI'll never change cause I touch cakeFuck crushed grapesGive me Dutch papes and a Touch tape, fuck-face From Letras Mania