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(Snippet) [feat. E-40 & Big Boi] [Game:] It's not usual, a Yankee, all up on some South shit Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit In the jelly jars, nigga, burn in the couch shit The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit Dippin photos, double X 3-D Polo If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin logo That shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine I've been hard since I was solo Niggas feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers Go against the grain, then put your shit back like some clippers I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting I mash out the strip and like Nash when I'm dippin Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written... Aus Songtexte Mania