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You can catch five or catch me in the C.L.5 Whatever way dog, the game get live Keepin' it gangsta in a P.D. city velor Late night, I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hood rats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin' 'bout a concert dog Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converse dog Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's watchin' Only difference is the whores is watchin' Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C.P.T. Run with the pound like I'm from D.P.G. If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't no limit And I represent the P like Russell Simmons I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the black socks and get low we get dough In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo' I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the black socks and get low we get dough In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo' I'm a shinin' star And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new jaguar Why he move through traffic like that, Purple Haze Ralways, The Ojays, the gangsta lean so Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my beam' X-5, mami let's ride Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy It's the kid from the far west I, oh, shit He know how to do more than flip pies Get money like them stick up guys Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life And I talkin' 'bout a movie or George Clooney I'm talkin' 'bout, runnin' in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives They say, "I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I." I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the black socks and get low we get dough In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo' I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the black socks and get low we get dough In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo' I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky The trey with the Broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes A.D. jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels In my neighborhood, I'm young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake So cover my face and run up in the place I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang 80 karats on my pinky and rang Crews buzz when you speakin' my name, 'cause I'm deep in the game With top cool thangs and million dollar planes I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high Now we soarin' through the spacious skies Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up Switchin' gears with the pedal and ride I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the black socks and get low we get dough In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo' I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the black socks and get low we get dough In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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