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Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

We work to work, you late to work
I holla, then they send it
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
My bitch came up in Inglewood
Her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest
She say holla at your family
My dog pass me that cup
Taste like candy, bitch
My dog out layin' down the law
Ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock
Southside still f*ckin' in the car
Still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm f*ckin' on a star
Hold up, I got a call

Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, f*ck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot

Ain't trippin', I don't wanna lose count
Talkin' my shit, it was just us, bitch
F*ck it, I'll drive, hop in my ride
Pass me that dutch, bitch
On the westside, on the one-ten
Swingin' my nuts (swingin' my nuts)
F*ck it, let's grill, f*ck it, let's spill
Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few)
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
Young nigga, don't pop too much
Spaceships, fake broke, Kany
Young nigga don't stay too long
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
Them niggas probably hate my guts
Tryna gain my trust
But it's all out of lust

Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, f*ck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, f*ck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot

I'm thugged out nigga, but I just seen a motherf*ckin' rainbow, nigga
I ain't that motherf*ckin' thugged out nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherf*cker
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga
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Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

We work to work, you late to work
I holla, then they send it
You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December
My bitch came up in Inglewood
Her mama was her daddy
And when I'm in the Midwest
She say holla at your family
My dog pass me that cup
Taste like candy, bitch
My dog out layin' down the law
Ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock
Southside still f*ckin' in the car
Still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm f*ckin' on a star
Hold up, I got a call

Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, f*ck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot

Ain't trippin', I don't wanna lose count
Talkin' my shit, it was just us, bitch
F*ck it, I'll drive, hop in my ride
Pass me that dutch, bitch
On the westside, on the one-ten
Swingin' my nuts (swingin' my nuts)
F*ck it, let's grill, f*ck it, let's spill
Spend a few crumbs (I spend a few)
Pop smoke, pop shit, pop bitch
Young nigga, don't pop too much
Spaceships, fake broke, Kany
Young nigga don't stay too long
Big truck, big wheel, big wop
Them niggas probably hate my guts
Tryna gain my trust
But it's all out of lust

Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For the nine hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke

Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, f*ck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot
Been sayin' that I'm a cool cat, f*ck that
Tellin' bitches I'm a Top Dawg, get shot
Roll the window, let the propane outside
Bunch of niggas doing donuts, yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time I hit the red lights, just shine
Ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They don't teach them how to pump fake, big shot

I'm thugged out nigga, but I just seen a motherf*ckin' rainbow, nigga
I ain't that motherf*ckin' thugged out nigga, that shit beautiful than a motherf*cker
My baby mama probably at the end of that bitch with her gold diggin' ass, nigga
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Writer: Isaiah McClain, Paul Duane Beauregard, Kalon Berry, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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