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Don't mess with Jose or B-Lade GOLDteef be fuckin' great Or else you'll see the barrel of my nine I like yo' bitch, soon she'll be mine Got my gun strapped to my waist GOLDteef's the shit we run this place I chill in the Caddy, leanin' back Niggas on the block sellin' crack Pass 'em with the stereo loud GOLDteef's, got the biggest crowd Got my gun strapped to my waist GOLDteef's the shit we run this place Our Air Forces is white and clean We're nice but our grillz is fuckin' mean Our chains ain't chrome, they is gold GOLDteef fits the gangsta mold Got my gun strapped to my waist GOLDteef's the shit we run this place Aus Songtexte Mania