What They Doin'
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The game don't change, turn cold, I swear these niggas lames, fucking clowns, I don't understand why they think it's okay They gonna make me turn back to my old ways. What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code, What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code. Okay, the game don't change, got a quarter back, Set back then it cut incision, it's a heart attack. I'm what the world made me and this is no effect, I got a mean attitude and my girl is bad. Okay, back to do it big, all caps, Going hard is no effect, higher out of contact. Barely conscious, you don't take it out of context, Give you niggas a complex, just being honest. I can't take no more, more money, more fake niggas, If you got a problem it's going down like ray digits. Try to ride my lane with me while I'm still paving Go check your history book, I'm about to write another page in And I'm gone. The game don't change, turn cold, I swear these niggas lames, fucking clowns, I don't understand why they think it's okay They gonna make me turn back to my old ways. What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code, What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code. Ass up, bitch fresh down, Gone nuts, I'm trying to bust like a gray hound, Bitch, get over here, put your face down, She said that she ain't no bitch, welcome to H town. Tell them bitches about my bitches, count my pockets, she wet. When your daddy was a jig saw how he feel about that? That's to hate him more, check your navigation, All my niggas trip, we need child relations. I'm for bout here, nigga, really, really, really low. Niggas gang banging and bitches let their titties show. I'm in the foolies, though, like neighborhood, Hundred thousand dollars Porche parked in your neighborhood. I'm fucking host, my money staking, Niggas be funny acting, I call it barney making. Your swagger take your hood, nigga fake it on asses Nigga fishy like the floor, act a station. The game don't change, turn cold, I swear these niggas lames, fucking clowns, I don't understand why they think it's okay They gonna make me turn back to my old ways. What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code, What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? What they doin? Disrespecting the code.
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Written by: Brian Collins, Keenon Jackson
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