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[Verse 1] Working all fall, just to ball this summer You know Hollywood, let me take you under Some south central love, that's gon make you wonder Them ghetto girls, you know I love em I'm not yo husband, no I don't trust him My Bimmer stock, the Impala's custom No I don't rush em, no introductions She knows that me, she like my chucks and The way I'm strutting, the way I function She pinch my cheeks, she say I'm her pumpkin That's what you want, that's what I'm missing I don't want to be alone for another Christmas [Hook] I tried the mall, I tried the club I had the models, I tried the drugs South Central love South Central love [Verse 2] I eat at Earlez, then hit the Fox My hat was low, she seen my watch I'm in that Sox's, it's from the swap Oh this my nigga, he from my block I came on stock, put Leimert on top SongtexteI always promised I would give her everything I got Now she look hot, the money come in knots And you gon know exactly when we in the spot When you smell kush, when you hear this When you see cars, and you do like this Them ghetto girls, I won't forget That time yo mom came home and you had me hop the fence [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania