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Okay, okay, okay, bitch. Back on the motherfucking scene With the Gangstaland. Shorty, what was happening? She wanna ride with a nigga, slide with a Nigga. I guess I'm that nigga. Yeah, I'm nigga, bitch. We getting high eating Dinner. I bought my double cup inside of Maestro's With dinner. From the ghetto. She love the way a nigga talk, the way My pants sag, and the way a nigga walk. I think I might pull up in this thing And drop the top. All white, gold Dayton's, interior is cloth. Okay. Me and Larry got the shits so tired Of dealing with these silly bitches, man, That shit old. For real. Couple white bitches think they know me. Bitch, you don't really know me. At all. Something like a cold beer. And if you think you know me, then go Walk it through a fourty. Young nigga seen a bitch when she was forty. I swear to God that you don't know me. Back to the future, let me show you 'bout The old me. Dime bags of powder and some OE. Park boys nigga, how I bicker with my funkies. Tall dread, he'll tell you that. In '07 I was selling packs. Never thought one day that a nigga'd be selling Racks. I'ma still sell pussy to that sniffing bitch Ass though. If you coming with a fee, It's probably ten racks. Sweet cash. Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, Met a hooker on the blaze, she thanked the Lord I saved her life. Even had the decency to pay a nigga twice. Let's toast to the life. Pimps are hosting. They love it when I come around. Oh, let's toast to the life. To the life. Let's toast to the life. Pimps are hosting. Hosting. They love it when I come around. Come around. Let's toast to the life. To the life. Let's toast to the life. Oh.