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Bitches love this. Rocking the Public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. Bitches love this. Rocking the public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. They keep saying, man, the heat is on. I won't say another word till the beat is On. Make a scientist rethink my dome. You think I'm wrong? Try me, you'll be dressed Up, sleep alone. No sing-along, got girls on the speakerphone. Freaky chrome, saying can I keep you home? Hip-hop is like hair and I keep a comb. And I rip every track till the beats are Gone. R&R jeans just sagging on. My bag is strong, them kush fumes tag along. A five-six single with tats blasted on. I got the blunts to my lip like a Saxophone. Fuck a cartoon, I have Madden on. And bread like SpongeBob before the pad is on. That's just money in my pocket like dad is Home. From a long day of work with a Plan to make it work. And all of my Bitches love this. Rocking the public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. Bitches love this. Rocking public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. Look, this the shit that'll fuck with your Ear. Like Travis Parker being over Paul Revere. Yeah, the killer shit that'll make 'em fear. And make 'em duck in the crowd like it's Pistols here. The name is Young and I came From no play. And that's my glove they thought belonged to OJ. Let my pants sag, no shirt on my back. Now why in the hell will I cover the Tech? No. A lethal weapon, y'all niggas Half-stepping. We ill, no protection and y'all Danny Gloving. So DJ, put the song on replay. So I can run these girls like a relay. And get paid off a sale like eBay. And it's time like I canceled all prepaids. And now we rocking like strings and drums. And it's hands in the air like both fingers And thumbs. And I... Bitches love this. Rocking the public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. Bitches love this. Rocking the public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. The beat banging, I ain't gotta twist my Fingers up. I spit bullets so it's like I Keep a burner tucked. And I can give it To the winner and the runner-up. Back in Inglewood, I'm the number one stunner, What. Summer's here so we 'bout to fuck the Summer up. And ball all year just to fuck Another summer up. That's year-round so you niggas better listen up. Talking 'bout beef when you really like to chicken Up. DJ, play this motherfucking song. And Big Wy is in here and that's the King on the throne. And we don't dog these Bitches, we just give 'em a bone. Favorite letters D and G, I get the dome And gone. Four puffs then I'm on, zone like Defense. I'm up every day, you niggas live for The weekend. Daredevil flow and I'm jumping off the Deep end. With bitches in VIP, you niggas gotta Sneak in. Bitches love this. Rocking the public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song. Bitches love this. Rocking the public. Tell the DJ to play my song. Tell the D, tell the DJ to play my Song.