So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house
I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),
I'm on the british south east coast mate
H2o flow and i don't hold gate
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot
Worked hard so the fridge always had food
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
And eating you like a cannibals dinner food
Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
Bitch you should see my wallet
South cal, we runnin' this rap shit
That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
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