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[C Ballin] I turn it up on a bitch (x8) [E-40] I ain't got no time for no silly games I'm out here in this trap trying have my change I fuck with real bosses, I don't fuck with lames Califor-n-i-a is the state I claim Bitches on my ankle like a ankle bracelet Cuz I'm relevant and I ain't outdated Suckers looking at me like they wanna fade it They fuck around they gona get emlimated Bossy, flossy, fetti stretchy like Pilates Got a black belt hustlin, not karate The best thing sense the slot machine She a dime spitter, a couple of lines and that bitch is mine's Now I don't know what you been thinking But I've been the shit in my region Ever sense I can remember Ever sense I been breathing Hollerin at a vixen, plottin on some kitten When I start spittin, she starts strippin [Hook] [E-40] I', passionate about my paper man I ain't got time for games The child shit ain't in my program man I leave that to you all lanes I'm bossy, once I get started its hard to stop me man I go Lieutenant rosta boss I ain't "Captain Save a Hoe" I let a bitch know I got cho-ho, bitch I'm po' You gotta dig me for me, that's the way it's gonna go I be galaxy man, I be spacin When I'm spacin I mean my space and gettin the flash on a ho-ass nigga tryin test my patience Colt 45 casing, and I ain't talkin about the beer I'm talkin street instruments, music to my ears I ain't a pretty nigga with a face tat and a six pack But I bet you I could beat your bitch's coochie back Skinny niggas winning right now But wait til big nigga come back in style Bitch [Hook] [E-40] You call it swag, I call it stylin You nut in a minute, I nut in an hour I could be broker then you, but I got more respect and more power Right now I sell CD's, but I used to slang powder I ain't gotta have no paper to get me skin I just give had her my phone and she punch her number in Mack game, big boss talk I don't make it rain and I don't pay for yoak You see the big face Rolex watch, the VS1 clarity watch The jacket made out of fox, you know how much that cost? The three dimensional medallion, more carets than Bugs Bunny Taylor made and hand crafted, customized by King Johnny Sometimes I like to spoil myself All'a that hatin ain't nutritious, it's bad for your health What about murder mouthin, talk down on a boss Through that nigga a towel, he been dipped in sucker sauce [C Ballin] Hook
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