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Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside Heard a gunshot, walked up out my motherfucking door What's happening with all this madness What niggas get going on to make me jump up off this Madden In my Gucci flip-flops, tan khakis, niggas sagging Niggas pulled up on me, matte black G wagon I'm like shit, the fo' fif's still in the house And usually niggas shoot from from where you from, come out they mouth Got a nigga heart beating like a cutlass truck But my mama raised a G and she don't fuck with punks Niggas rolled down the window, couldn't tell who it was Waving off the chronic smoke, is they Blood or Cuz? Haha, it's my little cousin Jordan and he's solid We went up last night, nigga said he forgot his wallet We was bumping E-40 (yeah that Hurricane) (Went through ten or twelve bottles of that Sluricane) We hittin six white bitches and a gang of weed You know them blonde hair, blue eyes, they aim to please Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside Letras de cancionesAnd all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside I was dipping down Greenleaf, swerving and I seen my nigga E (What's cracking cuz? I ain't seen you in a week Where you going fool?) Compton college to pick this bitch up We both in Impalas (Make the motherfucker hiccup) [Now bounce, rock, roller skate] Cause we done fucked every bitch in the Golden State Now tell me, how many bitches wanna fuck this nigga? Stuff dick in her stomach until that butt get bigger And we both fuck Kianna, you ain't know that though (She put a hole in the condom, I don't know that hoe) Conversating with my nigga at this long ass light Made a left at Alameda, Eazy bust that right (I'm gone cuz!) Aight, hit a switch and I'm outie Back to the westside, that's what Dr. Dre found me Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park Now take yo ass in the house before it get too dark Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside Ooh ooh ooh, nigga hop out that rag and smell the oohwee My little nigga Marcus just pulled up from the I-E Cup full of Henny, niggas gone off that YG Told em' take a fade little nigga saying (Why Me? (If he jump up I'm with it, anybody can get it Mayweather with the right, bop-bop, head splitted Cause nigga I'm from the Murda and I don't even bang You got your ass knocked out, which one of you niggas is game? Cause you fuckin' my cousin, she don't like it, I don't either) Take all that bass out your voice, homeboy this is Cedar (My bad Chuck, let a nigga hit the weed) Nah, take this quarter piece and drop it off at the trees Watch the Fruit's stomp, tell that nigga Soo Woo though You can take the rag, don't get a scratch on my coupe though And watch the Palmers they ain't tryin' to hear no truce though (Non-affiliated, still a shooter like Kukoc) Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside Yo this your man, DJ Eazy Dick, I'm about to be out of here Up next you got my man Z-Boy Fro and he's gonna hit ya'll off with this Battlecat joint Ya'll suck it easy right here on the station that fades em' all W-Balls (Static) Everybody's gotta hear this shit on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls! From Letras Mania