[Verse 1] Put the baseline up Im in the place Turn it up a little nit letem others hate Stop staring at me with your cheeky lil face Nope, you dont want to, go make a haste Stereotype with CJ picture me Fresh tanktop with Louis Vuitton jeans Nikes on my shoes like wattupyall Loc Sweet I got yall bro Ryders on crack, hes a fake fuckin G Smokin weed,ecstacy, no EasyE like bitch [Hook] Im in this shit like whateva I dont know how I do this Somebodys goin foreva Like Dre, I fuck tha police [x2] [Verse 2] Yeah, cops on the chase my gloccs on the front No cheatcodes, Im tryna outrun No seatbelt its so much fun King of the GroveStreet Im No.1 No Ballas, no Vagos can fuck with me I ball so hard with the real OG Been a long time but now Im back You bitches gon pay for my mammas death Coz you better stop the bullshit cut to the chase Like Hannibal Lecter, ima rip yo face coz rrrraaaarrrr [Hook] Im in this shit like whateva I dont know how I do this Somebodys goin foreva Like Dre, I fuck tha police [x2] [Verse 3] Uh Muscle, stamina, looks with the kill Real sexappeal, got cash like Bill Everywhere Im goin, everybody knowin Im bad with the swag like T imflowin Bout to hit it up, get it up Comin in so strong like Hulk Get away, get out.0 Coz Im pack in my Nines my shots Aiming at your back, find a safer spot And I dont fuck around in these streets I dont play Mr. Nice Yall know me, Im CJ! You better recognize [Hook] Im in this shit like whateva I dont know how I do this Somebodys goin foreva Like Dre, I fuck tha police [x2] [Outro] Yeah, Rest in peace, Beverly Brian. Much Love. Ey Sweet, I got ya big homie GroveStreet 4 Life. We the real OGs Fuck the Ballas fuck Ryder too!!! And Big Smoke, that fat juicy muhfucka, you should be on Halloween instead Trick or treat, BITCH!!!!
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