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[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
"YG, don’t you got a daughter?"
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
"YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?"
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
"YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (he paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG a.k.a. Big Blood, a.k.a. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who, and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
"’Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Intro: Lloyd]
Aw yeah
Drop it for a nigga
That ass up

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
She say I only love the way she drop it, well maybe so
She say I’ll probably leave if she don’t pop it, we’ll never know
Cause she get down on us, scrub the ground on it, with no shame
Give her time on it, roll around on it, do her thang
I ain’t, the type to trick but she go hard for the cause
Type to bust it open wide and have me close down the mall
We ain’t, gotta take it slow, she’s-a hit the door
Let it show, for the give and go, get it on the flo’
Woo, ayy, shake it like you never ever got to shake it
If pussy popping was a college, she done graduated
She need a bow for that ass just to celebrate it
A lot of clapping and a standing ovation when she

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
I be in the streets with my woes
And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes
Can’t help that I’m a freak and it shows
See I be eating pussy, kissing titties, sucking toes
Million dollar nigga since a youngin
And if the police coming then I’m runnin’
And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail
Nigga, nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothing
She got some ugly ass ways
Aw, but she sure look fine
She know how to blow my mind
When she drop that ass for me like it’s 1999

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
You know I love you shorty, or maybe I’m just kidding
But the way you pop that, pop that pussy, shit I’m all up in it, tightly fitted
Bounce that ass up, got to climb up the pole
If she ever hit the stage, I’ma be at her show
Cause she my favorite life, favorite type
That bust it open, bust it baby, but she lady like
Ooh, I’m talking head wraps and sundresses, heels for her flexing
Ain’t no time she won’t lend me that box, it need stretching
On the late night
She got the kind of glove to catch me if the play’s right
That fly you out, you and that ass have a safe flight
And I’ma be there when she lands
Cause she never stood a chance in that bow-legged stance
Told her back that ass up

[Hook: Lloyd]
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Back that ass up like it’s 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo’ time
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you’re working with some ass, yeah, you’re bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

[Intro]
Anything you want, baby
Anything your heart desires
Because you’ve been there for me (Truly there for me)
I’m gonna give it to you, listen

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mmm
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, girl)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 1]
Anything you want, I’m gonna give it to you, girl
Because when I was down you always lifted up my head
Gonna show you all the love I have in store for you
I gotta let you know that I am truly down with you, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mmm
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, girl)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 2]
Like no other homie, you are always there for me
The only girl I know that truly satisfies my needs
When I was down and out you were hangin’ by my side
And now that I am rollin’ you, you’ll always be my ride, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mmm-mmm
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want, baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, girl)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 3]
Taking me to church on Sunday morning, girl, is cool
Because I found a blessing and some happiness in you
Whenever there is darkness, gee, you brighten up my day
I thank the Lord for you because you understand my ways, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 4]
When I look at you, I see the breaking of the day
I’m mighty glad to know that Heaven sent your love my way
It’s something about the way you do your lovin’ when you do
And now until forever, baby, I’ll be lovin’ you, oh

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, oh oh
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Anything you want)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Bridge]
You were always there for me, you know what I’m sayin’?
So today I’m takin’ you out buy you somethin’ real nice
Baby, girl you know that everything is gonna be alright
I’m gonna be here for you until the day becomes the night

[Chorus]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Oh, anything you want, babe)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’m gonna give it to you, babe)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(I’ll be right there, yeah)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

[Outro]
From the bottom of my heart, yes
I promise me we will never part
Let’s say a prayer together
Say a prayer together, baby
Can we say a prayer together, baby?
Heavenly Father, which art in Heaven
I pray that You keep this love together
This is my prayer, baby, baby, baby
I love you

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[?] not New York, but dudes get stabbed
Get shot like New York, niggas get robbed
Get got like New York, but they don’t make the news
‘Cause it’s not New York
Hope you heard me, boy, look, I’m from Jersey, boy
Where it’s still half off that [?], boy
I was driving, shotgun was Ike when that faggot on the bike
Rode by and tried to murk me boy
But chill, here’s the head crack, I’m an O.G., I don’t [?] that
[?] you nah mean?
[?] tools gon’ flare
In a society if you nobody then actually who’s gonna care?
They won’t call your next of kin, I’ll make your family aware
And the whole hood is dipped up so having sanity’s rare
I’m from where embalming fluid ain’t stop yet and city hall’s primary project
Is knocking down the projects, they ain’t finished that yet
See, I’m from carjack central, niggas’ll go in your ride
While you pick up the Jersey Journal, “Damn, so and so died”
I’m from where the dope game is bad, so every hustler can’t hustle
Tryna hustle [?] rapper
[?] a young nigga with a few bars to say
‘Cause nigga, rap’s the new wet, weed, and yay
I’m from where [?] had it locked ’til dude had him shot
For everybody to see and everybody was relieved
I’m from where the blocks is dark [?] with ya gun cocked
And the hospitals will fuck you up worse than a gunshot
From where screws is loose, gunpoint dudes strip nude
And that ain’t even half of New [?], nigga

[Ad-Libs: DJ Clue]
O-oh, o-oh
[?]
[?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]
From the last stop on the [?] train where the youngun let his thang bang
We shoulda left the two [?]
Where the skies is great ’cause no stars around
[?] was the last star around
Home [?] in the street
Fourty niggas [?] fourty-first side piece
Where Edgeman, Raw P, and Redford [?]
Get your shit [?] no gettin’ it back
We’re from where bitch niggas go to jail and turn thug, and (what else?)
Crip niggas go to jail and turn Blood, and
Niggas come home, flip a lil weed
End up with barbershops and music stores with CD’s
[?] niggas on seventh was gettin’ it [?]
[?] their own workers [?] uncomfortably
Where they argue ’bout whose fuckin’ whose broad
Or whose drivin’ what cars [?] niggas hatin’ like he got that [?]
Where old heads [?] gettin’ it [?] kept gettin’ robbed
So they wanted out the game and converted to God
Where niggas play the corners ’til they pecks is done
And out-of-towners come to blam blam the cannons and run
From the other side where Queen’s niggas don’t come through much
The record exec’s wouldn’t sign us, said we’d done too much
So they ran over to Brooklyn and thought [?]
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, them niggas [?] just like us
[?] the streets get the best of you the beef’s inevitable
[?] half price, [?]
[?] the soldiers fall and thugs we are all
I’m from [?], son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)
[?] shit’s thorough [?] son
Ain’t nothin’ nice (nothin’, nothin’)

People on the airwaves always preach who I should be
How to dress
How to talk
“Baby” how to breathe
Wicked artist use their limber fingers
To paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to be
I’m not alive if I’m not on illegal weed
I’m not in love without a man sitting next to me
Someone tell me if this is all an illusion
Or if I’m just a cog in the…

(CHORUS)
21st Century machine
It’s the place to be…
In the 21st Century Machine
Shelf light and live precariously

VERSE II
Sipping on rosè is your best solution
Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion
Then
Wake up and do it all over again
You only live once, Friday nights your only friend
And you shouldn’t worry
About your weight
And trust me when you’re not looking they’ll all still say you look great
Oh they’ll still say you look great

BRIDGE:
I’m in peril, they wanna give me hell
They look at me with hungry eyes as I’m another Infidel
But oh they like me
That’s why they wish me well
That’s why they pull me gently as I’m trapped inside their meld

Chorus:
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be
In the 21st century machine
Shelf light and live precariously
In the 21st century machine
It’s the place to be

ENDING;
And if you saw me right now
Would you still remember me??