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Hah When me and the homies hit the door It's like Moses partin' the Red Sea (West Coast) All the soft motherfuckers Get out the way, move to the back Break wire, they know what it is (ShawnSki on the beat) Y'all know what it is OD, fuck the police Bumpin' oldies, like it's 83 Nigga go-tie, a little salty I'm a OG, get up off me You a soft G, I ain't with that If you get arranged, I might split that Snap that, like a Kit Kat Nigga get back, over with them hood rats, yeah punk bitch I ain't too progressive, yeah fool, my attitude's aggressive Motherfuckers don't like the pressure Niggas rather act like some Heathers Why I got to grow testosterone? The rooster never leave its cock at home Cock that shit back, with ammunition, with me and my niggas, is on a mission Let's go When the homies get activated (Yeah) All the bitches get captivated (Wowee) Letras de cancionesNot one thing calculated (Nah) Everything is imitated (West-Side) When the homies get activated (Ya know) All the bitches get captivated (Wowee) Not one thing calculated (Yeah) Everything is imitated I don't hate, it's not in my blood All my friends are pimps who get a lot of love (Get love) You give it to real, don't fuck with the fake I show you how much a real mack can make A million dollars ain't shit to spend (It ain't shit) I get some new hoes, and get it again And after all these years I'm still rich I give a fuck how you feel, bitch (Give a fuck how you feel) You can ask about me, anywhere They say I'm a pimp, they say I'm a player They know about you, you a bitch-ass player You a sucker, get the fuck-up outta here (Up outta here) I came in this world to spread the game Got my own damn wall in the Hall of Fame (In the Hall of Fame) You can talk shit and you can call me names But when you see us come through, nigga we ain't playin' When the homies get activated (Yeah) All the bitches get captivated (Wowee) Not one thing calculated (Nah) Everything is imitated (West-Side) When the homies get activated (Ya know) All the bitches get captivated (Wowee) Not one thing calculated (Yeah) Everything is imitated I ain't finna give it to you cut and dry, or blunt and bladed Let me pop my pees, let me narrate it In the mist of the moment, when there's fog with opponents You probably shouldn't delay it, might wanna get activated Get hesitated when it's almost sight is on demand Gotta get down when you man it, don't let 'em think you playin' These suckers are mutual and will leave you speechless Rock you to sleep if they can, and they'll take your kindness for weakness Gotta know how to move, and you gotta know who your dudes is Some of these fools you think your dudes is really scandalous All of these saps is pussies, like cats (Meow!) Line you up, double-back you for some scraps It's a real mummy, they know I'll frisk you like pringle Appreciate me like over-appreciate goin' to Binga Some of these cats will knock you down and melt, tell on thyself Ah, that's just to get one under they belt (Biatch) Let's bang, let's bang Cali is active Gang banging was attractive, so I snatched it And I threw it in my knapsack, marinated on it It's the way of life (Life) I'm in the mix, all day and night Pitbull fights with my dogs out back 100 real niggas that ain't even from my set (What up yo!) Down to put it down, in another town We don't load it down, we just shot it out And make it back to the party Pulled up real slow in a Seven-Deuce Buick Skylark (What up cuz?) Jumped out, gave that to my young G's Everybody's active, sees and deez In the sky, bastards of the party Nigga we don't die, we just multiply (ride, ride, ride) When the homies get activated (Yeah) All the bitches get captivated (Wowee) Not one thing calculated (Nah) Everything is imitated (West-Side) When the homies get activated (Ya know) All the bitches get captivated (Wowee) Not one thing calculated (Yeah) Everything is imitated From Letras Mania