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One G-top dog, patrolling the beach ****** say they hoarders, bitch, and they as soft as a peach
Claiming the G of all G's, please I come blowing through like the breeze
Sitting on threes, posted, coasting, mashing down Pacific coast
And the bomb-prone rims, black on black, U-turn With nuts hanging from the city where the bangers be banging
It don't seem like shit is changing I hollered at the homie the other day