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Yeah, nigga, got a problem? Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?) She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah) Homies from the hood like, "Slime, you know you did your thang" (Whoa) Loc back like I know, so now you know it's not no game (Ooh) Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin' Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?) Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin') Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen Yeah, know the boy from the twenties but got the forty on my hip, nigga You can lose your mouth, that's just for talkin' out your lip, nigga Money on yo' head, I set that up like it's a lick, nigga Plug from all the Bloods but still respected by the Crips, nigga Watch yo' house, have my niggas comin' at your brim, nigga Watch yo' spouse, wifey pregnant, boy, that ain't yo' kid, nigga Gangbangin', homie say don't diss 'cause you a star now Then I'm thinkin', "Fuck that, opps, I catch 'em with they guard down" This for Thizzle, Savage McIntyre, Inf and B-Nut, nigga Niggas try to clown, they hold us down, it look like we up, nigga Sold out in the streets, the little homies 'bout to re-up, nigga Wasn't on the map but now the world about to be us, nigga JAG Yeah, nigga, got a problem? Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?) She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah) Homies from the hood like, "Slime, you know you did your thang" (Whoa) Letras de cancionesLoc back like I know, so now you know it's not no game (Ooh) Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin' Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?) Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin') Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen Woo, JAG, rappin' the best I got a problem, I'm blastin' the TEC Came in the game and I'm grabbin' respect Come in the spot and I'm grabbin' a check Take mami down and I'm grabbin' her neck Next nigga talk gon' be dyin' in bed Throwin' up blood and that's on the set Twenty-eight, blood, if you need it, I got it and I need deposits, nigga, yeah Half in the bank and the other half, nigga, to spend on the closet, nigga, yeah You heard it from Weezy, you know it ain't trickin' if you niggas got it, nigga, yeah Drippin' and drippin' and flamin' on, nigga, yeah, still I'm the hottest, nigga, yeah Really (Woo) got the good, come around, fuck with me and you get dough, nigga Old clothin' line, trust me, you don't want no smoke, nigga Thizzle got the scoop, so I can see you through a scope, nigga Anything less than twenty-seven, that's a joke, nigga Yeah, nigga, got a problem? Tell 'em get up with the cane (What?) She gon' let me hit before I even know her name (Yeah) Homies from the hood like, "Slime, you know you did your thang" (Whoa) Loc back like I know, so now you know it's not no game (Ooh) Ooh-ooh-ooh that boy, lil' thot say he drippin' Back and in the hood, the haters tryna catch him slippin' (What?) Ooh-ooh-ooh he got the sauce, they say he drippin' (Drippin') Told that fool I got us, got the product for the kitchen From Letras Mania