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Yeah. B-worth with the Streetlasers. What's happenin' though? We out here with it at all times. Ten toes, you know how it go. On the beat, tryna Rich. What's happenin'? Hop out of bed, I put my corduroy shoe On. Cup full of Rain, you know that purple Like Utah. Can't fuck with you lame bitches, My pimpin' be too strong. You fuck with the same bitches, my bitches be New ones. I fuck with the big homies, They put me like two on. Hop out the candy thang, I'm feelin' like Goldie. Just a couple of YG's, no cuts, Drinkin' forty. Shout out to the homies, Can't fuck with the phonies. Up on Rosewood blowin' good, fuckin' with young Smody. And the homie D. Daver, he pick me up in his scraper. It was back to the bitty, 'cause it's back To the paper. Told my bitch I don't need Her, we can talk about it later. Don't blow up my phone, talkin' 'bout I need Favors. We some real life players, better go ask Gator. I don't love a player, I just fuck Then you date her. L. A. Clippin' these hoes, in the city of Lakers. Baby, listen to me please. Yeah. I've been dreamin' 'bout you every night. What's happenin'? What's What's happenin'? Now that you are here with Me. B-worth and the Streetlasers. I promise you it's gonna feel alright. Yeah. Step in the door, I slip my corduroy Shoe off. Run the streets with my thugs, it Got me feelin' like Tupac. My bitch lookin' mad, I had her waitin' like Too long. Left my hoe at the club, she Tryna bring the boy Luda on. Don't fuck in the bed, I did that bitch Up on the futon. Call up the YG's, They still got it rollin'. Pullin' lean by the four, smoke and dro still Blowin'. Call up Rosanne, it got me wide open. Your bitch wanna choose, but is that bitch really Hoein'? I got real life homies on the blade Out in Oakland. That's the city of grapes, Can't fuck with the fake. Know my thang, stay to state, know the money I make. Hoppin' out the two-tone, Yellin' "Fuck all my haters." I'm a real life P. I., why The fuck would I pay her? I be doggin' these hoes, How you think that I break her? L. A. dodgin' these hoes, In the Bay with my Raiders. Oh. Baby, listen to me please. Yeah. I've been dreamin' 'bout you every night. What's happenin'? What's What's happenin'? Now that you are here with me. B-worth and the Streetlasers. I promise you it's gonna feel alright. Yeah. Yeah. In a real way. Tryna get paid. And that's on your bitch though. Minorities and Pac gang. T-Y-T. gang. Big T. Mashed potatoes. Bay Boy. B-worth. happenin'.