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Watch out, I'm a bad motherfucker And if you don't I might have to bust ya I come from Berkley Where motherfuckers put you on a shirt G And don't think nothing 'bout it Everybody in the club gettin' rowdy It's nobody like me Everybody in the world gettin' hyphy I roll with the hustlers We only want the money motherfucker I sleep with the lights on We don't like broke bitches where I'm from Ring-to-the-ding-dong It's me motherfucker with the iPhone I know you bitches love me End of discussion You can't see me, even with glasses West Coast motherfucker and I'm smashin' I don't care if you play this on the radio Cause they love me from Oakland to Filmore Yeah I'm from the ghetto Where motherfuckers will change your whole schedule You can meet me at the side show I'm a rap star, bitch, I don't ride slow We goin' on a mission SongtexteYou a scary motherfucker and you trippin' I never been a busta You snitch and a fake motherfucker So why should I respect you? You would tell everything if they let you You can't hang with us Catch the bus motherfucker This ain't school, so why you wanna test me? Waterfront, motherfucker, it gets messy And shouts out to Richmond Ridin' in the Lexus and they pimpin' Shout out North Oakland At Bushrod, bitch, and we smokin' And shout out my cousin Cause everybody know that I love him I must be a rap star Everywhere I go I'm ridin' in the fast car I don't do interviews Cause every time I talk, nigga, I make the news And that's non-fiction You can tell how the fuck that I'm livin' And this is how I'm reppin' 2017, bitch Aus Songtexte Mania