Key: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
40 oz. golden, sittin' in the backseat,
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freestyle flowin'
so homies show us love,
when I'm rappin'
Cause in back of the line
there's some honeys
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who ain't felt the thug passion of mine
rockin' a clone?
We some convicts, gangstas,
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hustlas and thugs in the VIP section
No second guessing,
my homies packin' clone
and shin -checkin'
got these hoes on the dance
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floor beggin' me to go
I pack a clip on my hip
Yeah, we keep it gangsta,
runnin' with them thugs
C .G. and Stella,
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who the fuck you think it was?
and I gotcha
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West side till we die, two fly from the eye
my shit's clean so bang it
are too afraid to claim it
I'm out to play on my way
Fade em when I drop it,
jump and shake they thangs
From L .A. to Queens
Ladies show us love
Am
And bump that shit from that platinum thug
Yeah, we keep it gangsta
And your girl's drunk in the heat
So what's poppin'?
and we go out cookin'
We run into the club,
and wouldn't if I could
We can go toe -to -toe or
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bang hook for hook
through the club
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Pickpocket thugs and bring it back to us
cash flow and all
My homie don't know what to do
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when his back's against the wall
Thinkin' he's in love with
Yeah, we keep it gangsta,
Yeah, we keep it gangsta
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We keep it gangsta
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You
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