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He just might go all the way Goin goin, long gone First, second, third, home Oakland, athletic fit ballin Four quarters, nine innings I'm as good as your last winner I'm grinnin, caught up in it doors open Ghost ridin dope smokin when u come to oakland Hold it down for the bay, yup it's a rap Run up in the spot, can runnnin with tremendo slap Move to the town, don't do nothin like warren sapp Major blaps, discoverin on the map We some pimps, grab a strap just like the cops Young gun, eets ts ts sts sts ts ts ts blow Open up shot, poppin my collar Cut throat people change for the mighty dollar If you fakin now you never been real, coward Goin 60, runnin red lights and That xxxx go, that go, that go, that go That go, that go, that go, that go That xxxx go, that go, that go, that go That go, that go, that go, that go I said lean with it, rock, walk and pop lock Get low, go, nigga, go dumb don't stop Goin mayne don't let it Letras de cancionesKnock it out like boxin and no sweatin King of the... nah I ain't gotta tell ya Proof is in the put in, stop buyin dreams, we could sell ya Matter of fact, dude built to last Hit fast like cash before your xxx even touch the grass Haul, gas, 18 dumbalafa Hyphy mixed with crunk call it criphy juice in our trunk Ridin like there ain't no tomorrow, blappin motor hot Got em stuntin, shakin they dreads at the bus stop Talk to me rat, holla, man get at me Clean pimpin, let me xxxx and twist em grape in the fatty Lean with it, rock like the franchise boyz No choir time, not listenin or makin noise Young gun full of huh playin with the toys Sukisa saki su, sum crazy boy That xxxx go, that go, that go, that go That go, that go, that go, that go That xxxx go, that go, that go, that go That go, that go, that go, that go That xxxx wet, then tell me no warnin Battery fully charged, all night from this mornin One in the house and another for the car Repped tiger woods beat 30 points under par Put an egg your shoe baby, get far Dime piece brizzle, oh for shizzle, cater to a star They still call me, chef-boy-r with a platinum jar Doin all-nighters, grinnin, grindin on a chicc Do it back wudz he went this nah that nigga went that way Ba ba ba ba baayyy, man we do this eryday Let that go, go somewhere with all that Take this xxxx from the tip-top to the way back Raised in the oakland city, I was born to mack Pimp talk from my mouth, words on the track I shoulda handled, bring my money back Still shootin with cannon how u wanna act That xxxx go, that go, that go, that go That go, that go, that go, that go That xxxx go, that go, that go, that go That go, that go, that go, that go From Letras Mania