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[feat. E-40 & Big Boi]
[Game:]
It's not usual, a Yankee, all up on some South shit

Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit

Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" shit

In the jelly jars, nigga, burn in the couch shit

The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch shit

Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out shit

Dippin photos, double X 3-D Polo

If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherfuckin logo

That shit was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine

I've been hard since I was solo

Niggas feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers

Go against the grain, then put your shit back like some clippers

I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin

You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting

I mash out the strip and like Nash when I'm dippin

Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written...