[Hook: Cousin Fik]
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You see em riding round town on them big ole tires
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When you sitting up high you better ride with that fire
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Cause I get down (ya gotta get down)
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Cause I get down (I get down)
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Shit it'll get ugly round here on these folk on cycles
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When I see my punk I'm turning off his lights
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Cause I get down (ya gotta get down)
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Cause I get down (I get down)
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[Verse 1: E-40]
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My necklace real, I'm iced out
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Riding on a Ferris wheels finna turn it out
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Sliding by the function with my beat on slump
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Pounding, sounding like Chewbacca in the trunk
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Clowning, making my presents known
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Campaigning in my two-tone talking on my findo
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Smoking on some story tell outta my whips
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Billing like a trillion bucks having my chips
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[Verse 2: B-Legit]
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I make love to the block then kiss the corner
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Ride up hop shots put the hot shit on ya
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In this California hard-heads don't mind
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Let the nina nine Nicky nit the neck one time
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Respect my shine and let the sixes talk
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I knock a nigga down that a fix his walk
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Got the sickest hunk I put the beam on the eagle
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Get's down and I don't like people
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[Hook: Cousin Fik]
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[Verse 3: E-40]
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The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat
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Can't be seven days, can't be week
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Gotta be a beast on these streets like a tyrannosaurus rex
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Can't be soft like a box of Kleenex
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Uhh, digital beam chasing the dream turkey bags and cream
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Living like a king, thumper by my screen
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Don't wanna be broke like a lebby now that I'm having my feddi
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She try'na throw me the monkey, she try'na give me the panties
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[Verse 4: B-Legit]
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She try'na give me the panties but I don't want it I sell it
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I let the suckas get with it so they can hit it and dell it
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I run the sliver then mail it and when they smell it it's good
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85 hundred when they land in the hood
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I'm a beast with the mouthpiece goon with the spoon
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Hundred thousand cash in the hotel room
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I got kicks in the tie but the fire with me
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And I can dim your headlights it's on sight with me
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[Hook: Cousin Fik]
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[Verse 5: E-40/B-Legit]
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My lil niggas is I'll be on some sick shit
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Knock a nigga down and then go smoke a cigarette
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(Pitching from the mount Vallejo's most ignorant
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Thirty forty rounds do is legumes)
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I got some bitches that love a pimp I'm try'na get paid
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They can suck the yellow yolk up out of the egg
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(On the track with legs big tittes and ass
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And the swan bitch get the money fast)
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I can't slow down all gas no brakes
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No refunds and no we bake
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(So come get some cause we get cake
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No mistake chef the ruby and flake)
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BEATCH!
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[Hook: Cousin Fik]
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