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Shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? Ice cream ass niggas Ayy (Ayy, sheesh) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us From Letras Mania