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Clown, motherfucker, clown, nigga.

Yeah.

Check it out, y 'all.

Back in your motherfucking ass once more.

Check it out, y 'all.

Duff C, CJ Mack, and Nice Cube and Diggie Dazz

knocking down your dope.

Crazy tunes.

Sack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Yeah, break it down like that.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

That's, that's, that's, that's right.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

That's not Jay Mack, y 'all.

10 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a half a chicken,

told me who's to go ride.

Bought a half a gallon picker and a pound of pro.

Swear to God, you niggas never see me show no more.

From the Southern Cali alleyways to Bern,

to Virginia, Mr. Wolf, Super Coupon Dolls.

I ain't bullshitting.

Lost it, floss it.

You drop it, Karachi.

I got China, why?

Now, what's your stack like?

Clean.

Lick on my wrist, you see the diamonds complete.

One stone, seven kids, ring the gong.

It's DJ Mack.

I swerve and parlor, spend dollars and thorns.

Lose it.

Chris down.

Fuck the piss down.

First false move.

You niggas saying, but give me respect and love.

Head only to the bitch.

Taco neck.

Fuck the ox.

Fuck him unless he's stealing your clothes.

Fuck him, Mr. Meaner.

Bitch, I fuck with better than you hoes.

Now, all of y 'all are OGs.

All my real niggas roll with Ds.

We got something vicious up our sleeves.

Making niggas bleed dead in the street.

For what you claim, for the rep and the name.

Get loony and the same.

Time to the brain.

Model with a gang.

Blast and maintain.

We got pain, status, fly.

Giving niggas static.

Making their motherfucking hearts so panicked.

We back.

Q, Dove, CJ, Mack.

True Medivh, Rod.

From the West Side.

Know what the Ken divided.

Make the barrel blow with fire.

Making all these sucker ass niggas run in the spot.

Like that?

What it is?

My opponents get sucked to the end.

That's how it is.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

boom, boom.

No matter the fuck is this, C -Mac you dance, how the fuck I look like a clown without me

riding with y 'all ass.

Pickin' up out of the Cadillac, hittin' front back, turkey shirt, rings, tattoos, and golf

flats.

Last year was curbsurfing, this year I'm jump stacks, with the Don, the Dilla, Jameerah

Killer, my nigga C -Mac, load off that, strippin' EG's, bitch, no fleas in my clit, just niggas

in color beanies with that seven digit itch.

Keep it rich, this gangsta rap shit, nigga I'm in love with it, stuck with it, if it

ain't that gangsta shit I can't fuck with it, since the days of Funkadelic I've been

givin' it up.

Cruisin' these khakis, throwin' the trunk on these chucks, they say, jeez, keep the

world spinnin', but if that's true, picture me spinnin' the globe on my middle finger

like metal like lemon.

Fuck the world, I'm through with you bustas in 98, give me the pussy, the money, and the

mic, and I'm straight.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

Clown, motherfucker, clown, nigga.

Yeah.

Check it out, y 'all.

Back in your motherfucking ass once more.

Check it out, y 'all.

Duff C, CJ Mack, and Nice Cube and Diggie Dazz

knocking down your dope.

Crazy tunes.

Sack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Yeah, break it down like that.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

That's, that's, that's, that's right.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

That's not Jay Mack, y 'all.

10 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a half a chicken,

told me who's to go ride.

Bought a half a gallon picker and a pound of pro.

Swear to God, you niggas never see me show no more.

From the Southern Cali alleyways to Bern,

to Virginia, Mr. Wolf, Super Coupon Dolls.

I ain't bullshitting.

Lost it, floss it.

You drop it, Karachi.

I got China, why?

Now, what's your stack like?

Clean.

Lick on my wrist, you see the diamonds complete.

One stone, seven kids, ring the gong.

It's DJ Mack.

I swerve and parlor, spend dollars and thorns.

Lose it.

Chris down.

Fuck the piss down.

First false move.

You niggas saying, but give me respect and love.

Head only to the bitch.

Taco neck.

Fuck the ox.

Fuck him unless he's stealing your clothes.

Fuck him, Mr. Meaner.

Bitch, I fuck with better than you hoes.

Now, all of y 'all are OGs.

All my real niggas roll with Ds.

We got something vicious up our sleeves.

Making niggas bleed dead in the street.

For what you claim, for the rep and the name.

Get loony and the same.

Time to the brain.

Model with a gang.

Blast and maintain.

We got pain, status, fly.

Giving niggas static.

Making their motherfucking hearts so panicked.

We back.

Q, Dove, CJ, Mack.

True Medivh, Rod.

From the West Side.

Know what the Ken divided.

Make the barrel blow with fire.

Making all these sucker ass niggas run in the spot.

Like that?

What it is?

My opponents get sucked to the end.

That's how it is.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

boom, boom.

No matter the fuck is this, C -Mac you dance, how the fuck I look like a clown without me

riding with y 'all ass.

Pickin' up out of the Cadillac, hittin' front back, turkey shirt, rings, tattoos, and golf

flats.

Last year was curbsurfing, this year I'm jump stacks, with the Don, the Dilla, Jameerah

Killer, my nigga C -Mac, load off that, strippin' EG's, bitch, no fleas in my clit, just niggas

in color beanies with that seven digit itch.

Keep it rich, this gangsta rap shit, nigga I'm in love with it, stuck with it, if it

ain't that gangsta shit I can't fuck with it, since the days of Funkadelic I've been

givin' it up.

Cruisin' these khakis, throwin' the trunk on these chucks, they say, jeez, keep the

world spinnin', but if that's true, picture me spinnin' the globe on my middle finger

like metal like lemon.

Fuck the world, I'm through with you bustas in 98, give me the pussy, the money, and the

mic, and I'm straight.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

happyhook1

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Clown, motherfucker, clown, nigga.

Yeah.

Check it out, y 'all.

Back in your motherfucking ass once more.

Check it out, y 'all.

Duff C, CJ Mack, and Nice Cube and Diggie Dazz

knocking down your dope.

Crazy tunes.

Sack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Yeah, break it down like that.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

That's, that's, that's, that's right.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

That's not Jay Mack, y 'all.

10 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a half a chicken,

told me who's to go ride.

Bought a half a gallon picker and a pound of pro.

Swear to God, you niggas never see me show no more.

From the Southern Cali alleyways to Bern,

to Virginia, Mr. Wolf, Super Coupon Dolls.

I ain't bullshitting.

Lost it, floss it.

You drop it, Karachi.

I got China, why?

Now, what's your stack like?

Clean.

Lick on my wrist, you see the diamonds complete.

One stone, seven kids, ring the gong.

It's DJ Mack.

I swerve and parlor, spend dollars and thorns.

Lose it.

Chris down.

Fuck the piss down.

First false move.

You niggas saying, but give me respect and love.

Head only to the bitch.

Taco neck.

Fuck the ox.

Fuck him unless he's stealing your clothes.

Fuck him, Mr. Meaner.

Bitch, I fuck with better than you hoes.

Now, all of y 'all are OGs.

All my real niggas roll with Ds.

We got something vicious up our sleeves.

Making niggas bleed dead in the street.

For what you claim, for the rep and the name.

Get loony and the same.

Time to the brain.

Model with a gang.

Blast and maintain.

We got pain, status, fly.

Giving niggas static.

Making their motherfucking hearts so panicked.

We back.

Q, Dove, CJ, Mack.

True Medivh, Rod.

From the West Side.

Know what the Ken divided.

Make the barrel blow with fire.

Making all these sucker ass niggas run in the spot.

Like that?

What it is?

My opponents get sucked to the end.

That's how it is.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

boom, boom.

No matter the fuck is this, C -Mac you dance, how the fuck I look like a clown without me

riding with y 'all ass.

Pickin' up out of the Cadillac, hittin' front back, turkey shirt, rings, tattoos, and golf

flats.

Last year was curbsurfing, this year I'm jump stacks, with the Don, the Dilla, Jameerah

Killer, my nigga C -Mac, load off that, strippin' EG's, bitch, no fleas in my clit, just niggas

in color beanies with that seven digit itch.

Keep it rich, this gangsta rap shit, nigga I'm in love with it, stuck with it, if it

ain't that gangsta shit I can't fuck with it, since the days of Funkadelic I've been

givin' it up.

Cruisin' these khakis, throwin' the trunk on these chucks, they say, jeez, keep the

world spinnin', but if that's true, picture me spinnin' the globe on my middle finger

like metal like lemon.

Fuck the world, I'm through with you bustas in 98, give me the pussy, the money, and the

mic, and I'm straight.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

Clown, motherfucker, clown, nigga.

Yeah.

Check it out, y 'all.

Back in your motherfucking ass once more.

Check it out, y 'all.

Duff C, CJ Mack, and Nice Cube and Diggie Dazz

knocking down your dope.

Crazy tunes.

Sack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Yeah, break it down like that.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

Here I come, motherfucking.

Show these niggas where they hard at.

That's, that's, that's, that's right.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

Here I come, motherfucking.

That's not Jay Mack.

That's not Jay Mack, y 'all.

10 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a half a chicken,

told me who's to go ride.

Bought a half a gallon picker and a pound of pro.

Swear to God, you niggas never see me show no more.

From the Southern Cali alleyways to Bern,

to Virginia, Mr. Wolf, Super Coupon Dolls.

I ain't bullshitting.

Lost it, floss it.

You drop it, Karachi.

I got China, why?

Now, what's your stack like?

Clean.

Lick on my wrist, you see the diamonds complete.

One stone, seven kids, ring the gong.

It's DJ Mack.

I swerve and parlor, spend dollars and thorns.

Lose it.

Chris down.

Fuck the piss down.

First false move.

You niggas saying, but give me respect and love.

Head only to the bitch.

Taco neck.

Fuck the ox.

Fuck him unless he's stealing your clothes.

Fuck him, Mr. Meaner.

Bitch, I fuck with better than you hoes.

Now, all of y 'all are OGs.

All my real niggas roll with Ds.

We got something vicious up our sleeves.

Making niggas bleed dead in the street.

For what you claim, for the rep and the name.

Get loony and the same.

Time to the brain.

Model with a gang.

Blast and maintain.

We got pain, status, fly.

Giving niggas static.

Making their motherfucking hearts so panicked.

We back.

Q, Dove, CJ, Mack.

True Medivh, Rod.

From the West Side.

Know what the Ken divided.

Make the barrel blow with fire.

Making all these sucker ass niggas run in the spot.

Like that?

What it is?

My opponents get sucked to the end.

That's how it is.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

Supreme gangsta shit.

We dream gangsta shit.

boom, boom.

No matter the fuck is this, C -Mac you dance, how the fuck I look like a clown without me

riding with y 'all ass.

Pickin' up out of the Cadillac, hittin' front back, turkey shirt, rings, tattoos, and golf

flats.

Last year was curbsurfing, this year I'm jump stacks, with the Don, the Dilla, Jameerah

Killer, my nigga C -Mac, load off that, strippin' EG's, bitch, no fleas in my clit, just niggas

in color beanies with that seven digit itch.

Keep it rich, this gangsta rap shit, nigga I'm in love with it, stuck with it, if it

ain't that gangsta shit I can't fuck with it, since the days of Funkadelic I've been

givin' it up.

Cruisin' these khakis, throwin' the trunk on these chucks, they say, jeez, keep the

world spinnin', but if that's true, picture me spinnin' the globe on my middle finger

like metal like lemon.

Fuck the world, I'm through with you bustas in 98, give me the pussy, the money, and the

mic, and I'm straight.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

It's like that, y 'all.

It's like that, that, that, that, that, y 'all.

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