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It don't matter anyway. It don't matter what they say. It don't matter what they say. No matter the day. No matter the way, my niggas gettin' it. Codeine we sippin' it. Bad hoes we hittin' they. Broke hoes we gettin' rid of 'em. Salute to the gods. Cadillacs sittin' real low in the garage. Bullets flyin' that's why they call the home team The Dodgers. LA Kool-Aid, hot pickles, It's the summertime. Shorty fuckin' the squad, I tell her never mind. We some real ghetto niggas who will press your Line. Pull up on her at the park and Tell her take my line. Carlos Rossi in my cup, how I'm doin' mine. What's your name, little mamas? How I'm doin' fine. Left, that's my slime, pull up in Lamerta. I used to sell weaves with Uncle Rick outside The church. Hit Crenshaw, top down, Skrt skrt. West Side of the city where the Real lurk. Gone off the juice, Might pop a Perc. Slumped in the driver seat, now I'm really hurt. I'm leanin'. Take the keys, I don't wanna drive. A pussy. Smashin' down the 10 to the ocean Side. Tell that bitch to bring your girl like I hope she slide. Sweet Caroline always been a Friend of mine. It don't matter anyway. It don't matter what they say. It don't matter what they say. No matter the day. No matter the way, my niggas gettin' it. Codeine we sippin' it. Bad hoes we hittin' they. Broke hoes we gettin' rid of 'em. Salute to the gods. Cadillacs sittin' real low in the garage. Bullets flyin' that's why they call the home team The Dodgers. Uh, yeah. Bullets flyin' that's why they call the home team The Dodgers. I tell my niggas keep that on They conscience. That's why I'm in the Hills gettin' Two massages. And after that I might get to menagin'. With two pretty white girls that's new in college. I think they go to USC. They follow me. South Central, Yeah that's where I be. You probably see me on TV. But not TNT. We smokin' DMT. We rollin' up ET, ya. Extraterrestrial medical. Inhale it, let it go. It don't matter anyway. It don't matter what they say. It don't matter what they say. No matter the day. No matter the way, my niggas gettin' it. Codeine we sippin' it. Bad hoes we hittin' they. Broke hoes we gettin' rid of 'em. Salute to the gods. Cadillacs sittin' real low in the garage. Bullets flyin' that's why they call the home team The Dodgers. This is crack. We're smokin' crack. It's like Puttin' a gun in your mouth And pullin' the trigger