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From San Diego, California Cool-coolin in Cali From San Diego, California Cool-coolin in Cali From San Diego, California Cool-coolin in Cali From San Diego, California Cool-coolin in Cali (DJ Scratch) Let's go Check it, it's PlayaMob in the house My name hold weight I'm a muthafucken household Used to try to knock bitches at skate world I leave that bitch high and dry I swear that my heart cold Nobody want your bitch, she a TBT Finesse her for that cash, credit card & EBT Beat em up and body slam em, WWE And see this thang up close in your face like 3 deep Nobody put me on I did this shit on my own homie Rap is whatever we gon' see where it goes homie No matter what I'm a still get that dough homie I'm a cave the homie if he ever fucking fold on me Affiliated with criminals like Nasty Bangin Locked in with Buck Joe and them other crazy asians Came with the homies and couple of em gang bangin' This thang on my hip will leave your body parts hangin' Clouding too turnt with that full fledged trippin' In the hall runnin' fades, in the kitchen they can get it I tell em chill out but hot heads don't listen Last thing I wanna see is another brother in prison In the 90s everybody bounce had muthafuckas jumpin' Now they play our so fly because that shit bumpin' Tell my sis whoop her ass, if I catch her in my wallet This PlayaMob bitch, I break your heart & your pocket Hey you can catch us on the blacktop Lil bro got 100 round He gon let 100 off Smoking big doe Hell nah we can't match bro I know you heard of Daygo The cop killa capital From the city 15 minutes from the border If you need that work out of town Tell em send that money order And fuck a loud ratchet bitch I need me a loner Lil gullible bitch That let me do what I wanna Raised in the west San Diego That's that 8-5-8 I'm only linkin' if we fuckin' I don't do play dates And the homie gots some shit That got a kick when it sprays And I hate that feeling being behind them barbwire gates And you know he got mad Because he girl chose up Hell yeah we saying fuck you If you saying fuck us When O.G lays game It all gets soaked up Nah I ain't fuck your bitch But I did get sucked up I heard they hating They gon keep it on low though Its Lil Weirdo bitch I know you know the vocals Check the resume Never fold I'm 10 toes My shooters real shooters man They really bust those We just started we're teenagers You know we're next JSlide came through a bitch I'm a fuck her friend If she ain't fucking or giving head She getting left Like 50 say I'm tryin holla for some sucky & bread Baby weirdo said he got a new bitch with her big sister Showed the pic Like a I know them They grew up in Linda Vista I remember back in middle school That bitch let me kiss her And now that we grown I bet she let me get that issue I was raised in this shit I was made in this shit A couple thangs in our circle So you ain't taking our shit I be in the field by myself Homie you know what it is I bet if I knocked your bitch Then it's a home run hit Hey you can catch us on the blacktop Lil bro got 100 round He gon let 100 off Smoking big doe Hell nah we can't match bro I know you heard of Daygo The cop killa capital From the city 15 minutes from the border If you need that work out of town Tell em send that money order And fuck a loud ratchet bitch I need me a loner Lil gullible bitch That let me do what I wanna
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