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Ay, Ay. What I look like? Ay. What it look like? Sauce gang drippin' my jigga, Yo, what it look like? Ay. What I look like? Fuckin' with you hoes and Dudes, yo, what I look like? Ay. What I look like? Yo. Pablo, what I look like? Ay. The West Coast, what I look like? Pussy, money, weed, you know the good life. Yo, yo, cash rules everything around me still. Never bite my tongue, I say how I feel. Grew with them hustlers so you know the drill. Don't act jazzy Jeff, I'm on my Uncle Phil. When it come to this rappin' I got skill. Get it out the mud, don't need no deal. Whether it's five, ten, twenties, yo, get them Bills. Still remember when we struggled for meals. When I was fourteen I had to get my Loot up. Got with a sick ass clique, crewed Up. Stacked my weight then blew up. Grabbed the mic and then told them cats to School up. I ain't from Medulla, I leave 'em Drooler. Claim to be drippin' but I'm cooler. Cool like a cooler but I'm cooler. Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with me. Name another jigga fuckin' with me. What I look like? Ay. What it look like? Sauce gang drippin' my jigga, Yo, what it look like? Ay. What I look like? Fuckin' with you hoes and Dudes, yo, what I look like? Ay. What I look like? Yo. Pablo, what I look like? Ay. The West Coast, what I look like? Pussy, money, weed, you know the good life. Yo, mic check, one two, one two. It's Roz baby, let me slide on through. More money, more power, that's all we knew. Consume, that's how we move. Yo, bitch it's straight. We don't play, we don't fuck with no jakes. No pots, no pans, baby we on cake. You can tell it's crack by the way that I say. Say with your chest you got somethin' Say. Since a youngin' I been chasin' the bread, Duckin' the feds. Duck-duck-goose off of they head, Heard what I said? Some jiggas not bred to Comprehend what I just said. Money is the motive, anything else is simply less. My girl say she miss me, shit I know She lyin'. The streets say it miss me, shit I know they lyin'. What I look like, jigga? Shit, I break hoes, jigga. Yeah. look like? Ay. What it look like? Sauce gang drippin' my jigga, Yo, what it look like? Ay. What I look like? Fuckin' with you hoes and Dudes, yo, what I look like? Ay. What I look like? Yo. Pablo, what I look like? Ay. The West Coast, what I look like? Pussy, money, weed, you know the good life.