Niggas pistol poppin like its 1999
I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind
Press rewind, back in time, before rappers droppin dimes
Trap or die, choppin pies, with cliches all in they rhymes
Now its gucci, prada, anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollars, the greens and the guava
They serve it to your flocka if you disrespect that blocka
Choppas on eaves droppers fuck these choppers im about it
Grindin like 2pac or biggie poppa, yeah you hot but im hotter
Car jackin, pistol packin, motherfuckin choppas clappin
Metal jacket, automatic magazines, head on traffic
Fenders smashin, windows crashin, pants saggin, fuck your fashion,
Yeah a nigga run manhatten but back in cali's where it happen
Its gucci, escada, anything designer
Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
It was prolly the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hatin a lot, medulla oblongata
From new york to san andreas, all around the world
Im goin back to cali, im goin back to cali
From new york to san andreas, we screamin fuck the world
Im goin back to cali, im goin back to cali
Niggas was whack, im out here boomin on the west side
You know what im saying wessssst
Im a$ton, careful out here lookin out for the enemies color
You already know how we do
We dont fuck with the enemies color
We getting everything, anything moving
See im shootin, im shooting that nigga on the side
Cuz you already know how we do
Yall folks be yappin this back nigga
Fuck that black nigga slippin' on the cash,
I'll make that happen with the sawed off
Maserati like atari with no car keys push to start it
New bugatti, 2 bugattis, testarossa blue ferrari
Lamborghini system bumpin, me no worry, rastafari
This the hardest supersonics, systematic, too retarded
New versace, new apartment, bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cooler garments, set my goals up to accomplish
Shoot a target cause you the target, moving targets, new accomplish
Kill the game but still regardless, beat the charges, do the honors
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