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[Intro]
Damn pocket

[Chorus: DaBoii]
Ha, and I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch, I’ll put that on the gang, I’ll put that on my squad
All you niggas lames, type of niggas I’ll rob
She put that pussy in my face, damn near got her ass shot
Bitch I ain’t shit and I put that on the Ma
I’m a motherfuckin’ beast, up that hand get you popped
Flashing all them bands on the Gram will get you got
Brodie snuck in the club with it if you dial her
Your card been pulled, lil’ nigga you is not tough
Bitch always telling me to stop when I’m not done
Bitch welcome to the big leagues, this ain’t pop one
Should I tote the drake or the Glock? I am not sure
And your bitch been for everybody, she is not yours

[Chorus: DaBoii]
I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Nigga on the gang, I can never change
Took a nigga bitch, only off the name
50 on my neck, foreign switching lanes
Nigga, I’m that nigga what the fuck a nigga think?
What the fuck a nigga thinking? Nigga on me
I just made a hundred, keep it low key
This dick ain’t free, bitch this chain ain’t cheap
Tell a bitch when to go and I put that on Keak
Nigga I don’t give a fuck, and I never did
Bitch call me daddy, I ain’t got no kids
Nigga fuck a Glock, you ain’t even got no Sig
Chop hit his body, he ain’t even got no ribs
Nigga on the fam, nigga on my Grams
Niggas ain’t on shit, niggas only for the Gram
Nigga on God, get your ass robbed
Nigga come up out that chain, nigga come up out them socks

[Chorus: DaBoii]
I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang

[Outro]
Damn pocket

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[Intro]
I hate when a motherfucker come talkin’ to me about some shit that I ain’t tryna hear. Tellin’ me how to do my shit.
“You need do this, you need to do that”
What the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I been doin’ this shit my way since I started this shit.
The way I did this shit got my bank account to where it is.
The way I did this shit got me to where the fuck I’m at.
So I ain’t tryna hear none of that shit you talkin’ about.
Don’t tell me shit.

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you somethin’
It’s everybody’s favorite crip cousin, Snoop Dogg
Inductin’ these woop hoes as loopholes
Death rowin’ them blue drawers, bitch niggas
Good on both sides like switch hitters
Snitches get stitches, send cliques to get niggas
For you to smoke with me cuz, you need 6 figures
Ask your bitch ’bout the dick, yeah, my shit glitter

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (Huh?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause I done changed so many lives with my vibe
Made sure my crips and my wroos all survive
Long Beach throwin’ up C’s in my stores
Hollywood store, Twin Towers with the boys, nigga
Switchin’ bitches like I switch cars
Lil’ homies on go, and keep the licks for us
Walkin’ in the church, smellin’ like a lit forrest
We still good ’cause a real one kept the shit goin’

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Interlude]
It don’t stop, it don’t stop
(Makin’ this shit)
We gon let this shit breathe right here, hold up

[Verse 3]
I done made so much money, everybody gotta love me
But that comes with the game, my nigga, hate it or love it
So what we really talkin’ ’bout, if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout
What I’m talkin’ ’bout
‘Cause what I’m talkin’ ’bout got niggas hella bags
Sophisticated crippin’ with the ghetto swag
Three-piece suit with a black and a yellow rag, tied in a knot
Rollin’ down the Laundro got my eyes on the opps
Got my eyes on the cops, got my eyes on the block
Fresh off stage, rich or broke loco, shit don’t change
Where I’m from (Long Beach)

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Outro]
Fuck outta my face with that shit, man
(Makin’ this shit)
It’s what we do
Right on, right on
(Makin’ this shit)

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[Intro]
New booty
You gon’ be somebody’s sweet cherry pie down there
You better come up here
Shit, I ain’t nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie
You will when they pull a finger out ya ass
Huh?

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard, but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Verse 1]
I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie
When he came home, he was soft as a cookie
It’s rules to this shit, it’s in the gangbang booklet
From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in
Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say
And make sure your niggas is A-OK
A1 from day one, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Verse 2]
Notice how everything on the streets ain’t in here
Yeah, homie, he in here (Yeah cuz, he in here)
Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home
Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown
You can’t trust him, him, her, or him either
Better learn the law, my nigga, if you ain’t legal
You see, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Verse 2]
Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall
Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs
‘Cause they’ll be the last ones to bail you out
But they’ll be the first ones to sell you out
Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout
Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout
But me, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Outro]
Oh
What the homies gon’ say now?
I’m somebody’s bitch

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[Intro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Focus on me

[Verse 1]
So much smoke in the air, you can’t see shit
Servin’ Crip dick ’til the bitch sea sick
Bought everything, I don’t lease shit, G shit
Workin’ out so the fleece fit, cool
I’m on that who-you-wanna-be shit
West to East shit for all my dawgs and my Heathcliffs
Streets on tax so the heat’s on my lap
When it’s war, fuck the law, fuck it, bury me strapped
Money long as 21 Cadillacs
Matter fact, get it scratched like BattleCat
Hood politics, every real nigga battles that
Still standin’ ’cause the way a nigga handled that
10 toes down, never actin’ like a mark
Only nigga with a star that got put on at the Park, nigga
That’s on the set, that’s on my mama
I could still pull up at the Park, nigga

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Verse 2]
Gangbangers rejoice when they hear my voice
Pullin’ up in Rolls Royce, the hood in full-force still
Realizing I’m the source still
The wrong move could get my boys killed
So I focus on me
Makin’ sure this whole shit stay rollin’
And my baby boo neck stay frozen
Rich rollin’, on the clock, non-stop
And my bank account sure shows it
Big mouth Crip and the bitch niggas can’t close it
I was chosen
So don’t worry ’bout mine, nigga, we good
And fuck what y’all think, “Free Suge”
Diamond in the back with the leather with the wood in it
Banged around the world, made sure I kept the hood in it
Yeah, one time for the king
And I still smoke a nigga like a big bag of weed
On moms

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Outro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?

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[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I  gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
OG,  S-N-double O-P
Money talk, nigga, bullshit walk
‘Fore  a nigga show up, gotta envelope me
Big dog, you could never short me (What?)
I need it all upfront, no backend
Since a lil’ nigga, Dogg got it crackin’
On  deck all times, no lacking
Head on swivel ’cause anything can happen
I was banging before I was rapping (Rapping)
I was slanging before it was trapping (Trapping)
Always on go, it’s automatic
Gold medal caught my eye, I gotta have it
We lost Nip too soon, that’s tragic
But he gave LA more wins than Magic
More wins than Kobe and Shaq did
Champions never die, they everlasting

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I’m a boss, I’m a genius, I can’t turn it off
A lot of niggas not caught from this cloth
You are witnessing a gangster evolve
After all the run-ins with the law (What?)
After life threw me all them curveballs (Curveballs)
You’da thought I gave up, but nah (Nah)
Grow man, thug it out, stand tall
Who sold millions of records and balled?
Never slowed up, no no, not at all
From the streets of Long Beach, it’s the Dogg
I hustled every day, how you think I got it all?
Did it my way, I done broke a lot of laws
Always came in first place, I ain’t never tied with y’all
Everything real, I ain’t never lied to y’all
First place (First place)

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh