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In a quarter of a mile, take a left on Crip Street Good God, jam Ain't nothin' funny, never put no smut up on my name [?] Good God, jam Ain't nothin' funny, never put no smut up on my name, stop smilin' [?] Yeah, busters keep [?] and I'm tyin' 'em up [?], gas stations, yeah, we fine 'em up Talkin' wreck out the neck, get your check for respect It's a promise not a threat, we object and oppress Four-four dealers, lines, and gorillas Stars and [?], scars and cat villas Balls in [?] dealers, ignored you rap niggas You touched up the frame fucked up the game, goddamn Good God, jam I'm not your daddy Never put no smut up on my name (Jam) Ain't nothin' funny, never put no smut up on my name, stop smilin' It can knock you off the hill to feel on [?] SongtexteSqueaking like a [?] do you [?] Me and Snoop mobbin' (Proceed with caution) Every word on the streets that you count [?] Damn, it's a breakfast, [?] sexual Hectic, rep it, nigga, learn your lesson Hostels, asses, I'm [?] message Nigga bounce [?] in the [?] ........ Aus Songtexte Mania