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Bitch I'm dope, way too dope I'm talking 'bout a motherfucker had to sell dope I had to chase dreams, I was in the ghetto With a tattoo artist and a few of extendos I had to make moves, it was confidential Bring the drama to your ass like we banging Death Row My bros both started in the west side With an alpine bumping all the bass lines I snuck out my house way before the bed time With the goons in the G ride on the test drive Guns in the stash, who the fuck wanna trip? I fuck with your hoes, but don't fuck with my clique Murder your style, we smoke loud in this bitch Gang unit pulled me over when they seen us in the whip Gang unit pulled us over when they seen us in the whip I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love I keep on getting faded Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love That's how we do it in LA I got a forty on my waist, mac in the safe Thirty in the clip like back in the day SongtexteGrind till we shine, stacking the safe Act like a bitch, you get slapped in your face Money man bleed the block till its said and done Fuck his word, don't compare this till his credit run Said he's trying to get some birds out, who's selling some? Am I fucking with it? No, I never know Always talking on the plane to get the cheddar hun Drinking all the statin, lean I got a belly, huh? That's my nigga Jay Rock, he can tell you how I'll be in the back of that back just watching belly, huh? With my feet up, drunk on like a litre Hello, nice to meet you, you should be my señorita Mamamia, how we went to sit up? And that pussy getting beat up I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope I didn't want to do it but I had to sell dope Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love I keep on getting faded Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love That's how we do in LA Aus Songtexte Mania