Man In the Mirror
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I'm a worldwide nigga, surrounded by a bunch of killers
Jail house niggas doing time and sitting iller
Spit crack, they label me a drug dealer
Twist the blunt, need the Dutch or a cigarillo
Can't compare 40 Glocc to them other niggas
Used to pump me as a little nigga but I'm bigger
Might possess more money than me but I'm realer
Think he cold, too broke for a chinchilla
Tryna escape the cold so we drink liquor
Never had a role model or a father figure
Fuck a judge, to the court, I'm just another nigga
I don't trust hoes, most bitches gold diggers
Keep a slug in your hole just to unload quicker
This legitimate business, the road to getting richer
Take a look at the star, they call me Big Dipper
Staring at the world of man that's inside the mirror
I'm out here strolling, I'm out here rolling
Riding, striding on the one
I bet you see it, I'ma keep it G-ing
'Cause that's where it all begun
I'm out here ripping, I'm keeping my clip in
And I'm just tryna have some fun
I'm straight grown man, and I'm out here playing in it
So don't make me use my gun
We give niggas what they came for, we put tips on 'em
Ride along with the burners and the grips on 'em
Weasel Locc is a rider so I trips on 'em
In the front and back Chevy's how I dip on 'em
I spit flame in the booth like a dragon
And the burner in my pants got me sagging
He's a giza mizza hizzeat izzo my hizzepp
And geeza thizzin theeze zayn zeezon deeze zaxeezo don't trizznip
What I mean is I don't talk y'all's language
I'm Weasel Locc and I got my own slanguage
This is for my niggas and my bitches
Who love to gangbang, lowride and hit switches
Niggas hit the block and we hustle for the riches
And won't hesitate to put a bullet in you snitches
I'm out here strolling, I'm out here rolling
Riding, striding on the one
I bet you see it, I'ma keep it G-ing
'Cause that's where it all begun
I'm out here ripping, I'm keeping my clip in
And I'm just tryna have some fun
I'm straight grown man, and I'm out here playing in it
So don't make me use my gun
Slap on my chucks and mob down the block
They can't stand to see the Loc fucking with the 40 Glocc
The blue rag asshole is back with that G shit
It's Quasidelic on a relic with a funk twist
They can't stand to see the west coast popping
They be asking all day, "When that G shit dropping?"
I can't leave the game alone
It's hard for a nigga not to rip on a song
I sock niggas upside the head
I'ma smash the next nigga to say gangster rap's dead
On mamas, ether coming through your speakers
And since '01 we done got a lot deeper
So strong, gangbang music for you poo-putts
Eastside roll on dope ain't phased with no cuts
So step aside, nigga
You staring at the world of man that's inside the mirror
I'm out here strolling, I'm out here rolling
Riding, striding on the one
I bet you see it, I'ma keep it G-ing
'Cause that's where it all begun
I'm out here ripping, I'm keeping my clip in
And I'm just tryna have some fun
I'm straight grown man, and I'm out here playing in it
So don't make me use my gun