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In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!) In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine
[Kurupt] I`ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke I`m goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe I`m launchin `em all, missiles in the swarm of the war Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor In five seconds, `bout to leave, five reasons why High on sky, `bout to blast everythin inside
[Chorus] I think I`m good at the (?), C-Walkin cha cha cha To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)
[Chorus]
[Kurupt] Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war`s on (yeah!) Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome
[Daz] (Kurupt) What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.`s, double fo`s, six fo`s Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky I`m about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip (The motherfuckin G`s back up in this bitch)
[Chorus] - 4X
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