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Uh, no ink from my pen, fresh off the dome Uh, killer Cali, Stalifornia, that's my home, Yeah I'm back at it again, bitch, I'm destined to win Restored it once, but bitch, I'm back to restore it again BBno$ playin', the sub goin' boof Fifteen, kickin' so hard, it crack the sunroof I be playin' my own shit, cause Rice is the truth Extra manage loose, V-Town, Lil Bruce Big DJ Goose from 72nd put me on Now everybody and Cali want Rice on the track You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic Murder And Hooker Boy Dame, that's my motherfuckin' man Since 93' up in the first stood, shit ain't been the same Threw some gas on that flame, cock back, bitch, bang Uh, me and you, we see a little different You sittin' down, I'm standin' up, we pee a little different Uh, I ain't with the fuck shit! Nah, bitch, you trippin' Bitch, you with that young shit, I be with that fun shit That East Oakland dumb shit, bitch, I'm hot Singles, FonkTown, Dubs, Thirties, back in the spot You try to hang with me, I'm like how money you got You see them po'ps, tuck that dope punk bitch you hot It's expensive livin' here, you catch me goin' for broke Couldn't get a tech job, so I'm back with the dope To keep it lit, I ain't wifin' her unless she cleanin' my spokes Or makin' sandwiches I'll wife you if you doin' them both, bitch Old-school Honda's got me slidin' on the flo The VTEC locked, and I'm slidin' up Hwy 4 On my way to Antioch to get tuned by Jeremy He threw his hands on my whip, and now my shit skirt scary Bump sticks from Rocket Motorsports Them shits on lump I burn 11's, both wheels from the west to the Fonk The only way you keepin' up, gon' have to cop you a Telsa And you still ain't keepin' up, my motor hot like peppers My fuckin' lump sticks lock, motor cock like guns Get low on funds, finna give your pockets a run We earthquakin' shit, California shakin', takin' shit Better give it up quick or catch a fuckin' facelift Uh, me and you, we see a little different You sittin' down, I'm standin' up, we pee a little different Uh, I ain't with the fuck shit! Nah, bitch, you trippin' Bitch, you with that young shit, I be with that fun shit That East Oakland dumb shit, bitch, I'm hot Singles, FonkTown, Dubs, Thirties, back in the spot You try to hang with me, I'm like how money you got You see them po'ps, tuck that dope punk bitch you hot Verse three, I hardly do these now But the style clean like Steve Harvey's style Suited up, me and my clique both booted up But I'm ridin' dolo in this bitch, I ain't still booin' up And if I'm donkin' in this bitch, it's 22 and up Yeah, but I don't be ridin' in no donk, bitch I ride the fonk Ezale can't see well from turf to turf The dub mob pitch balls, and we ain't talkin' bout nerf We from the singles, pitch balls like Nolan Ryan Bust off two nine-packs and cop a 18' Cayenne See it's a couple of years old, but watch the game, it's cold Cause they gon' burn it in a year and cop a check from Moe's Then do the fool, built up credit and cop a house off Vetts 70 bands off a stingray, it ain't no sweat Then switch his parts out with his folks, he got a co-part wreck He slid it four more times, insurance slid him a check, yeah Uh, me and you, we see a little different You sittin' down, I'm standin' up, we pee a little different Uh, I ain't with the fuck shit! Nah, bitch, you trippin' Bitch, you with that young shit, I be with that fun shit That East Oakland dumb shit, bitch, I'm hot Singles, FonkTown, Dubs, Thirties, back in the spot You try to hang with me, I'm like how money you got You see them po'ps, tuck that dope punk bitch you hot