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Shoo, shoo, uh, shoo, shoo, uh, shoo, uh, shoo I'm a real one, know what's happenin' Shoo I'm in the jungle (I'm in the jungle) I am a jungle boy (Boy) I got them sticks, yeah (Sticks) Don't come through the jungle, boy (Jungle) Know we gotta stick with tree Know we smoke all the tree Smokin' big Cali weed (Cali) I'm from Paradise East (Paradise) I been ballin', right? (Ballin') Livin' life like I'm in paradise (Yeah) Whole lotta money got me livin' right Y'all niggas ain't livin' right Stomach hurt, you ain't feelin' right Bitches hate to be in my life I'll tell a ho, "Fuck your life" Hurt a bitch feelin' all the time I'm gettin' money, yeah, all the time Bitches always hittin' my line Bitch, ain't no fuckin' ho, get out my spot Bitch, this a real trap spot Know the block stay hot Know them Glocks hangin' out Letras de cancionesYoung niggas hangin' out In the street with them 30's hangin' out Yeah, bitch, you wanna see Come in the hood, yeah, I am O.G. I be smokin' lotta weed, sip lean Baby girl, R.I.P. to Pimp C All the lean made 'em follow me In the streets, man, they follow me Niggas hatin' 'cause these niggas can't follow me Pussy nigga, boy, don't start with me I got shooters wanna see, where you niggas like to head Like where you be, we gon' pull up where you be Hunnid round drum put a nigga straight to sleep Now your hood screamin' R.I.P. (R.I.P.) Everybody wearin' t-shirts Yeah, I know that they shit hurtin' (Oh ya) Yeah, you don't wanna see Don't wanna see your homie on white tees Man, you niggas better pull up with white flags 'Fore you end up in white bags Y'all niggas out here playin', I'll pull up on a nigga Spin a nigga so fast Matter of fact, I got money just to spend My nigga goin' hit up your friends I ain't with the talkin' shit 'cause all the talkin' for the bitches And I be fuckin' all these bitches, so why you actin' like a bitch I hit you with the stick, Glock hold a dick I ain't with that shit, shoot a nigga, put him on his period I ain't with the beefin' shit, period 'Cause when it come to beef, shit get serious I'm shootin' at mama and children Y'all niggas ain't with that type of shit I'm with all that type of shit Yeah, kidnap your bitch Gettin' money, yeah, I'm bout that shit Hold your bitch for ransom I got a stick, make her dancer From Letras Mania