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One 2 The Two

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One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 Jumped on the plane, me and my gang With a few thangs to slang Nuts cling to the gravel when we travel West Coast high rollers, with cola for sale Motorolas ain't used for clientele I use the pay phone to holler, "Hey, holmes" Come and get hooked up, I got it soft and cooked up It took us an hour and a half, first class through the Great Lakes Can't escape to a waste, make no mistake We from outta town, khaki down Catch a taxi in town, and check in to the Motel 6 Is that your mental work? I got the rental from Hertz With a trunk full of O-Z's for 650 Oakland soldiers slangin' cola in the murder city Real niggas on the come up from struggle to strive With the Cali muzzle, we spread our hustle nationwide One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 Dump the bird and a half, packed up, time to ride With four more cakes, headed to the South Side Of Chicago, you know my motto: "Hustle or die" They spend 22 for a ki, I spends one-trey-five And double for 20 to my boys Then hit Illinois, these decoys Couldn't catch me, I'm sharp as a razor A real OG from the Town like the Raiders Papers bein' made in stacks of ten, tricks Don't cut on my shit, straight raw from the brick Hit a lick then we split, wakin' up to Thompson's Coffee Hit the interstate for Wisconsin, Milwaukee Me and Paul on the ball, Outlawz With balls of steel, representin' the field Quarter ki's for six from the California tyrants You don't wanna see niggas violent It's Friday, back on the highway Do it our way, nigga Gettin' paid, bitch, hear I say One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 Hit ten different banks, turnin' dubs into C-notes 'Cause we know at the airport they try to repo Your scrilla, on the real-a, take it from Mr. Miller The cap peeler with the gangsta IQ Fool, the West Coast rules 20 Gs in each sole of my shoes, Paul's too You know non-stop flight to the Golden State Votin' papes, we arrived at 8 Big ballers hurtin' our opponents And every ki we cop got Bill Clinton's name on it Uh, it's the American way Samaritans from the Bay slangin' yay across the USA We hustle for what we need and not for what we want You niggas love to flaunt, but when you're crunk, you turn to punks I stunt from the 6-9 set Where OGs get chin-checked for disrespect I'm the realest motherfucker on the mic from the Town Ask anybody who's somebody, I hold up and down One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 Tricks Biatch Tricks Biatch One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21 One to the two (tricks) Get ready, hon Three to the four (biatch) Pick up the 21