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Now on the scale of one to ten, I been rated, a 12 (right!) You know this and these cats hate it I got nuttin' outdated, if it is it's upgraded S-class wit everything voice-activated Chrome rims three bladed, factory custom made it Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac On the beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin' my back I represent them street niggas When they get hot, carry the heat niggas Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas You livin' on the edge, fleet nigga That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep nigga Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes I carry 4's in my side pocket While yours cock a nigga mind poppin' Walk through you house wit my iron now when I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I ain't bullshittin' I trick 'em and run up in their kitten And she ain't a nine or betta, my niggas then I'm splitin' Get a code-red hop in the Jag and fled Pumpin' Nore number six, "bitch give me some head" And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clipse And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot Bout ta tell ya the truth I'm more focused I'm born in the Lou' I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I ain't no busta nigga Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga Flame up and toast let it get sparkin' up in here You don't make out alive very often up in here I'mma speak on behalf of the C.M.B. partna I'm a sweep off ya air if its any beef partna I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D partna Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers Weezy-wez partna Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't know If you was the Jackie Frost why didn't you say so Somebody gotta shine my nigga why not me Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a week Freeza burnt out the piece, Gucci, and hat, sneaks Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I'm doing this one for my niggas Who be keepin' it tight Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night This is for my bitches Wit the style and grace Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face I'm doing this one for my niggas