| Know how to give 'em that feel |
| Nigga, I'm from the motherfuckin' city, nigga |
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| A sunny-ass day on the block |
| A pretty-ass clip on this chop |
| I swoop baby up, now we ridin' |
| I'm all in Lafayette, just joggin' |
| My other phone ring, that's a check |
| I drop baby off, now I'm headin' |
| I'm headin' to the spot just to weigh it |
| The fee, I'ma make a bitch pay it |
| I gotta toss some tint on the drop |
| They want a picture, so they blowin' up the spot |
| But it's all love, so I'm takin' 'em |
| Crispy-ass huns, I be makin' 'em |
| Now I'm slidin' through the hood |
| Stoppin' on third for a wood |
| Then I slide up top |
| Whip a lot, so I'm grippin' on Glock |
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| I'm slidin' |
| Give a fuck, I'm slidin' |
| Goddamnit, I'm slidin' |
| I like to do me, my life a movie |
| I'm fresh head to toe, they choose on a P |
| Give a fuck, I'm slidin' |
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| I parked the old school in front of Bob's (What you get?) |
| A bottle of water and some Red Vines |
| I was sold out before nine (What you rockin'?) |
| Fitted hat to the back, rockin' fives |
| I had a bitch in Daly City (What whip?) |
| Back when I had the great 550 |
| Back when every bitch sold kitty (Tell me more) |
| And way before OF was hittin' |
| It was me, SG, and Slida (Where you goin'?) |
| On our way to Las Vegas to knock her |
| We was all young nigga and rockin' |
| But I still kept ten in my sock |
| Got blurped by the narc's and the L's (Ran through my shit) |
| 'Cause he said I look famil' |
| Thank God I ain't have it |
| That night I was mackin' |
| That night left hammer |
| Nigga, I was hella happy (Bitch, hop in) |
| Took her to the spot, then I slapped it |
| Woke up in the mornin', hit traffic |
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| I'm slidin' |
| Give a fuck, I'm slidin' |
| Goddamnit, I'm slidin' |
| I like to do me, my life a movie |
| I'm fresh head to toe, they choose on a P |
| Give a fuck, I'm slidin' |
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