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Rollin' with my motherfuckin' strap on the side of me
(Peaced out, my motherfuckin' nine)
Don't fuck with the East Bay G
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And I be rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Strap on the side of me (Side of me)
'Cause I don't trust these brothers
And I don't trust these bitches, oh
And I be rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Strap on the side of me (Side of me)
'Cause I don't trust these brothers
And I don't trust these bitches, oh no
Plug 'em up quick, I don't trust these hoes
Keep a chopper close by like I'm E-F-O-O
Most of my partners died young, R.I.P. B-O
I'd rather get caught with it than without it, for sure
Take a pic with your mother for your Facebook post
They caught you slippin' on the yak, now God rest your soul
Never heard of low pro, boy, you shine too hard
And the police and jack boys both trailin' your car
Knots in my pocket, boy, at least two grand
Diamonds on my chain, pistol close to hand
Why you think you Superman, steady lovin' them hoes?
The same bitch set you up and then lock the door
Guerilla mode, banana clips for that monkey shit
Work too hard for what we got, went from corn to bricks
My scrilla, my life, I need both them shits
Never leave home without it, boy, I keep my bitch
And I be rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Strap on the side of me (Side of me)
'Cause I don't trust these brothers
And I don't trust these bitches, oh
And I be rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Strap on the side of me (Side of me)
'Cause I don't trust these brothers
And I don't trust these bitches, oh no
Coolin' on the corner with the strap on the side
I'm 187 Proof in my neighborhood and I'm high
Nigga like the Death Star, puffin' on OG Skywalker
Jedi, fetch haters like Rover, my Range Deadeye
Kickin' tales from the hood about triggers with no heart
It's welcome to the ghetto, 187 is a art
I don't trust these niggas far as I can throw a G7
That's why it's nothin', to send they
Bitch ass to ghetto heaven (Blaow)
Lodi dodi, woke up in Bugatti
And I'm just happy that a nigga had some heat on his body
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
Gotta stay on alert 'cause haters watchin' me shine
Mr. Bossalini, I stay heated and stay paid
'Cause when you ain't around, bitch
Niggas speak on your grave, fuck 'em
Rollin' with the strap on the side
I even filed down to fire and pin on my .9 (Blaow)
And I be rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Strap on the side of me (Side of me)
'Cause I don't trust these brothers
And I don't trust these bitches, oh
And I be rollin' with my motherfuckin'
Strap on the side of me (Side of me)
'Cause I don't trust these brothers
And I don't trust these bitches, oh no
Tech N9ne on the side of me
Oh no, oh
Yeah, yeah
Tech N9ne, yeah
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