Tonalité : Gb major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Let's take a trip
to the east side,
Stroll my neighborhood,
this is for the Raza,
Bumping out the keywords,
the Cadillac is where I lead,
Smoking green weed,
hell I'll find the clique,
Los Angeles and streets
cause it's a west coast thing
Chevrolet black top, dippin' on that
Changing up this wack ass
to the same
Motherfucker from the hood,
just a little grown
Got hair on my nuts,
making bitches moan
Throwing bones too on my dogs
Keeping pay laid and fed,
tough, rugged and raw
Haters get the lit bust, cracked in the jaw
End up in the bed with the
nuts in the jaw
He's gangsta'd up,
papered up, blowin' up
Got this game unlocked, not givin' a fuck
Two other people who support this shit
I'm keepin' the track size,
steady droppin' these hits
So you think you got it all,
always out there tryin' to fall
D#m
I know you're never gonna
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get it up,
D#m
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cause you never ever get enough
A#m
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Always say it's your last time,
why can't you make up your mind
I know you're never gonna get it up,
cause you never ever get enough
Ever since I took the cut back,
I knew what grew up to be the Mack
I put my dogs on the map
and now that I look at the past
It's a trip we still dip,
violating laws on the strip, dog, take a hit
At one time it wasn't this,
who would think we'd have ice on
our wrists and nice cribs
Flossing on MTV,
we're the finance bitch
Life's a trip when you're rich,
but what can I say?
Don't fuck it off, all in one day, and yeah
More money, more problems,
so I keep a full fifth
To solve the drama,
we're just living it up till the end
I'll take a whole fifth to the
head for a no -frint
A#m
Just say when,
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and I'll smoke em if ya don't know then
So you think you got it all
Always up and tryna fall
D#m
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I know you nev er gonna get it up
D#m
Cause you never ever get enough
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A#m
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Always say it's your last time
Why can't you make up your mind
I know you never gonna get it up
Cause you never ever get enough
Homie peep what I'm feeling
Big thanks from Joe Dillon,
tryna make a livin', chillin'
D#m
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Gotta get it all, never gon' fall
Born and raised against the law
D#m
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Can't get enough of bitches,
enough of fast cash
Doin' things in the streets,
blunts with hash
Gettin' high,
wonderin' why I drift when I drive
On a mission to make it crack
even though I might die
It's gettin' crazy in a minute,
please believe it
Every time I hit these streets,
I always see it
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It's the same as any other day
This hustlin' don't stop, even on a holiday
I did it all for the money
So these times in my life
when I ride is always sunny
Big bandit like sweat gon' make it last
All for the hoes and the cash
So you think you got it all
Always locked it tryna fall
D#m
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I know you never gonna get it all
D#m
Cause you never ever get enough
F#
Always say it's your last time
Why can't you make up your mind
I know you never gonna get it all
Cause you never ever get enough
So you think you got it all,
always out there trying to fall
I know you're never gonna get it up,
cause you never ever get enough
Always say it's your last time,
why can't you make up your mind
I know you're never gonna get it up,
cause you never ever get
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enough
Thanks watching!
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