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I been missing that feeling and the vibe Can you help restore that please? Cadillacs Crocker sacks 5-0-1 policies and golf hats I go see, my homies is deep Hanging out, hanging out On too much drinks Rules of the game If you choose to break You can't be a snitch, Don't be a bitch, nigga, Make your name! () I 'member when I was young I had a whole lot of fun My momma bought me everythang Even a toy gun Tell 'em what is this I come up with the piece on Playn quarterback is as much as I stake on And I'm fool, all punk like a D song And with the love, mammas, yeah, I'm bucking, the heat's on You know time will tell Half of my homies is dead or in jail Stick to the script like OG golf carts Get your scrap on Stall me out, you got no heart Cadillacs Crocker sacks 5-0-1 policies and golf hats I go see, my homies is deep Hanging out, hanging out On too much drinks Rules of the game If you choose to break You can't be a snitch, Don't be a bitch, nigga, Make your name! () Fuck where, shit yeah, nigga, I'm in it Authentic, (???) I'm representing To the tibby, keep it so cribby Smoke a hoe's bippy, flip bread to the skippy Bow wow, yipy, low stokin' like dippy Real G's fuck with me, rare breed, different cut West Coast, motherfuckers, get up! Cadillacs Crocker sacks 5-0-1 policies and golf hats I go see, my homies is deep Hanging out, hanging out On too much drinks Rules of the game If you choose to break You can't be a snitch, Don't be a bitch, nigga, Make your name!
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