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The beloved. King of the underground, at least that's what Dot Said. Rappin' with a federal informant, I wouldn't Be caught dead. Rappin' over phoners 'bout real shit While niggas talk shit. Some niggas can't go back To they hood, we call that marked shit. I'm from where they uppin' the score, the homies Chalk shit. Niggas drivin' 'round with no L's but Love to park shit. Park thick and the bay, straight out of Bonden. Lingo from the motherland, you swear we speakin' Foreign. Hoppin' out of foreign Beamers, Bombest most wanted. That might go over your head, But the whole hood sponsored. We gon' write a book, that's a Piru author. Slide through proper, Phantom of the Opera. Somethin' like a mobster, but nigga, I'm a funkster. You don't really want it with them niggas shootin' Choppers. You don't really want it with them niggas shootin' Choppers. Get your grind on, fifty caliber chrome. I roam Jackie Robinson, the Rose Bowl's my home. Can't tell me I ain't rich, I be cashin', Bitch. The 1956 mint Aspen, bitch. My son thirty-seven in a Maybach rich. You fifty in a Bentley, but your ass just Rent. I got fetty wop mixed with nigga boo On the scale. Had to whack them little mo's So they won't go pale. I keep a square of crackers, crackin' all in The mail. Pounds of bristle for six, bricks of Yayo for twelve. I get it on the regular, Enormous deposits. I'm never blowin' regular, I'm blowin' exotic. Old schools never regular, hot hydraulics. Regulate on the regular, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it. Regulate on the regular, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it. The Noontide brings silence. Sails in distance bring gazes From empty faces. You know who are