[Verse 2]
   Hey girl, look where I live
   40 acres and a Maybach Benz
   you wanted to party, but I got biz
   this ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids
   On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane
   Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane
   Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame
   and just waste away a couple of days,
   Holla back at me!
   Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat
   LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black
   Move, betta, bounce like a mother
   when brother got mass weapons of war with each other
   X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
   got you runnin for cover
  
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   [Hook]
   I'm the life of the party,
   I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of
   Look at the whole world they talkin about us
   I got a mean hook, to ride on ya body
  
   [Verse 3]
   I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
   wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
   I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
   like David Blaine
   So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty
   Now I own a lot of property
   I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies
   Now let me spit you the facts
   I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that
   I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that
   baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't
   Bitch you can't run no games (A gangsta baby ain't nothing changed)
  
   [Chorus]