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Bang! I got apes in my crib like the Chicago Zoo Ya'll sneak a shot in, do what ya'll gone do Cause once we hear some shots we blow an Uzi with the 2's Fat ass .223 chopper, his kufi was shooting Was in my backyard, a long beach just like Snoop I can't count all this money, 3-2-3, 2-3-2 I was selling snails while you niggas was in school Say hello to my little friend, he gone reply what it do I got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and goose Hyenas and monkeys, monkey nuts up on my tool I got giraffes and elephants, you know what's in my room I got camels and baboons, they gone get the tool I got 30 shots in my trap like I'm on the block My trap on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked Down to the ground, niggas stumblin' a lot Got my chopper in the jungle, they be rumblin' a lot When you play my shit they start a riot Start a fight, we start a fire Nina don't remember clowney, hop in my Audi, I'm outie Spendin' money like a Saudi In the Valley out in Cali No LA fitness, make you lose weight, bitch Bali On my dick, she lick it, she remind me of a mistress On my dick stay gettin' it, you will think I killed it Letras de cancionesCall me Weezy baby, car ain't got no ceilings The AR-15 start dancin' cause ya'll got no bang I'm coolin' in the water with the stingrays and sharks You think you are tequila these the shots on the rocks Rollin in that Nascar, pull up, hit the pitstop Bad bitch head high, now I'm gettin' neck top Run up in your party bitch, we rockin' it Police can't come through the door, cause I'm lockin' it Unless they got a warrant, they just talkin' shit Fed house still doors why ya'll talk this shit? You tryna catch a nigga slippin' Crusin' in a rental Make your bitch forget her business Like amnesia was the issue Bitch don't look at me when you sneeze Cause I probably ain't got the tissue Nigga lookin' at me like it's sweet Like I ain't got the pistol I do this bitch like the swat, nigga clear the spot You don't hear the shots, you need a cotton swab When the doctor bring your bitchass back We come through pop his ass Start runnin' from the cops Crossover, rocked his ass I'm coolin' in the 60's up in Slaughson And a broker in New York cause I'm a baller This ho gave me her number like I'm gone call her She was standin' up high but now she's fallin' I see you lookin' with your lookin' ass nigga You can't act like you ain't hate, you mad nigga You'se a Ratatouille, you'se a rat nigga I get blue cheese, I'm a black nigga I hit sacks and fucked up a sack Came out lookin' cool When I say okay Kool-Aid it really mean okay cool I know you smell me I'm bringing like, I'm ridin' round with food It's that loud pack, where the dog at? I got Snoop You can see the aftermath man, not done bustin' tools Nigga, you'se a bunny rabbit, Slim Shady, what it do? My money superstitious see it comin' out the room While they hate justify belief in supernatural coupes From Letras Mania