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Yeah (Cole, you stupid) Uh Yeah Five bitches in the back of the mercs, say skrrt, skrrt Some might even call it skirt chase, my mistakes Detrimental to the brand, I ain't tripping, nigga I'ma hit you when I can, I can't Obviously I'm a boss, I'm a pimp Every week you gon' see another freak with me In any event, I done had plenty of spent Many men wanna win but they never get in I got girls that I probably won't see ever again I got hoes and I'm still fuckin' all of they friends What up? I don't care, shut up Problem with it? Step up Y'all be playing catch up, can't keep up Compton, Bompton, please turn the beat up Buddy boy and YG, we'll fuck the street up 'Bout to raise the fee up, I remember the re-up Faded after the smoke out, Buddy bringin' the locs out Left hand full of C notes, smoking a roach with my right hand I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat Pass the remote, I'm changing the channel She want some more Chanel, I just cannot say no Letras de canciones Long Beach Compton, from Inglewood to Slauson We get it popping Every day gotta get this money You know Do thangs Do thangs You do Aw man, we just having a good time up in this motherfucker tonight, baby Tequila shots on me, go to the bar right now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Meet me at the bar, bitch, I'm a star, bitch Weed and alcohol, bitch, I got it all, bitch Hopping out the car, bitch, this ain't a Crown Vic Looking like it sound, bitch, I hold it down, bitch, uh Okay, it's time for the best flow The cash flow, now she got me doing the breast stroke The back stroke, baby girl, I'm a natural for damn sure Acrobatics all in the bed Psychedelic colors while she givin' me head Undercover lover, leave the pussy for dead This ain't a knock off, baby, what's popping tonight? I won't be cutting you off 'long as you rocking the mic right Do thangs Do thangs You do I been plotting on ya Girl, I gots to know ya After, where ya going? Baby, can I roll with ya? Swimming pool, Jacuzzi Love the way you do me We can make a movie Baby say she wanna dance From Letras Mania