Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Influences are a dime a dozen
But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.
Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood
Your gonna be on top nigga
Yup you got a lot a
I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard
Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part
And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one
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