*****, I'm from Compton, what up Quik? You my *****, bro Doin' 80 up Figuero', condition is critical I can't get caught slippin' By my foes or the po's, boy I've been sippin' Shoutout to my ***** Villain nana crippin' even on cell day Big Nick, Ludolph, Bird Nose, and LJ Dice games on a 102nd and Main I lose I hit, come back, then try to crack 'em again Way before I hit the traffickin' game Nowadays I'm just traffickin' game, you better get some Get out the way 'fore I hit somethin', erhhh, pop I love drivin' ***** ****** crazy Eat a bowl of s**t 'fore a ***** ***** play me Ballin', ***** try to play me Kobe, KDs are laced up, in the club Aced up Tatted from the waist up, **** like a straight slut Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah, that's for real And ho I don't need a pill Independent gettin' skrilla, I don't need a deal Bank'll kill at will, two sec, need Benadryl And a ***** been this ill for a long time You p***ies want a problem, get in that long line Yeah, that long line, yeah, yeah, a long line Run it wrong, you'll be done in six seconds, no Vine Tell your ho to come over, she'll be there in no time Like she watchless, it's Showtime, ho watch this If I call you for me to come over I'm coming to stick Chopsticks, pull it out she lock lips Yeah, let me hit it bare then I might get her some head Lick her for some paper, I'mma do it like a dare Diamond Lane the Gang, and I bang it like a snare On God, bow down to no man I'm a bar, no Rosanne, El Segando to Rosecrans Reppin', Westside steppin' Eastside mind state with three K's, Andre I'm an outcast, honey mmm in the house stash We'll just take you out for the right cash And I ain't talkin' 'bout no date Birthday love cakes as much as Boog loves Satan You got served, in every way possible S**t get hostile, I get colder than a hospital So don't be bangin' under false pretense ‘Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense, boy! If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Yeah) So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence (What?) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence (‘Cause I ain't playin' with your punk ass, boy) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Diamond Lane, Money Gang, everything we run it) So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (What up, Problem?) Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince (What?) Now look who came up in this ***** Mister look like s**t, but I know he rich Get at me, I thought you *********** be happy But they not ‘cause they took a back seat like a taxi I'm a latch key kid, home alone so often But I had to come back to my Cali like Culkin I was born out here, then I moved out there ***** check my core, man, this s**t ain't fair I got a track with Alley Boy, Fredo, and Problem So you know I'm in the hood just like I'm a cobra Python, check the app, I'm hangin' with coders Man that 'Bino goin' off, I thought that I told you Before the closed and the Crenshaw Mall I used to date this fly girl with a place in the Dons We used to cruise Leimert Park in a Beamer Love a Cali girl so much, have you seen her? Shout out to Latinas, look at all these hynas 'Bino is the highest, ****** know I'm childish I be on that Y s**t, and she down to roll Ate her ***** like a sachi teriyaki bowl Ayo, Problem? (What up?) This a diss track right? (Go ahead) **** you, **** you - you're cool - you can't rap You need help, you all industry hype Most of these ****** aight, none of 'em holdin' a light to me Wearin' some wifer tees, like it was '93 After the riots, ****** is violent Sprayed the llama, took the L s**t, wasn't silent, though Middle finger crossed up, ****** now you know, for real If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Gambino) So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence (Yeah) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (night with real men, for real) So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense ('Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make sense) So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Compton, California, that's where I'm from) Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince (Diamond!) ]
[00:01.97] [00:49.10]*****, I'm from Compton, what up Quik? You my *****, bro [00:51.95]Doin' 80 up Figuero', condition is critical [00:53.99]I can't get caught slippin' [00:55.24]By my foes or the po's, boy I've been sippin' [00:57.62]Shoutout to my ***** Villain nana crippin' even on cell day [01:00.69]Big Nick, Ludolph, Bird Nose, and LJ [01:02.87]Dice games on a 102nd and Main [01:05.09]I lose I hit, come back, then try to crack 'em again [01:07.40]Way before I hit the traffickin' game [01:09.64]Nowadays I'm just traffickin' game, you better get some [01:12.37]Get out the way 'fore I hit somethin', erhhh, pop [01:14.86]I love drivin' ***** ****** crazy [01:16.86]Eat a bowl of s**t 'fore a ***** ***** play me [01:19.25]Ballin', ***** try to play me [01:21.12]Kobe, KDs are laced up, in the club Aced up [01:23.79]Tatted from the waist up, **** like a straight slut [01:26.36]Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah, that's for real [01:28.40]And ho I don't need a pill [01:29.85]Independent gettin' skrilla, I don't need a deal [01:32.48]Bank'll kill at will, two sec, need Benadryl [01:35.28]And a ***** been this ill for a long time [01:37.22]You p***ies want a problem, get in that long line [01:39.69]Yeah, that long line, yeah, yeah, a long line [01:41.98]Run it wrong, you'll be done in six seconds, no Vine [01:44.25]Tell your ho to come over, she'll be there in no time [01:46.51]Like she watchless, it's Showtime, ho watch this [01:49.18]If I call you for me to come over I'm coming to stick [01:51.28]Chopsticks, pull it out she lock lips [01:55.20]Yeah, let me hit it bare then I might get her some head [01:58.83]Lick her for some paper, I'mma do it like a dare [02:01.19]Diamond Lane the Gang, and I bang it like a snare [02:03.53]On God, bow down to no man [02:05.83]I'm a bar, no Rosanne, El Segando to Rosecrans [02:08.52]Reppin', Westside steppin' [02:10.52]Eastside mind state with three K's, Andre [02:12.82]I'm an outcast, honey mmm in the house stash [02:15.59]We'll just take you out for the right cash [02:18.24]And I ain't talkin' 'bout no date [02:19.71]Birthday love cakes as much as Boog loves Satan [02:22.18]You got served, in every way possible [02:24.66]S**t get hostile, I get colder than a hospital [02:26.90]So don't be bangin' under false pretense [02:29.01]‘Cause if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense, boy! [02:31.49] [02:31.99]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Yeah) [02:34.01]So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence (What?) [02:36.21]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense [02:38.42]So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence (‘Cause I ain't playin' with your punk ass, boy) [02:40.85]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Diamond Lane, Money Gang, everything we run it) [02:43.18]So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence [02:45.54]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (What up, Problem?) [02:47.76]Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince (What?) [02:49.40] [02:50.25]Now look who came up in this ***** [02:52.54]Mister look like s**t, but I know he rich [02:54.78]Get at me, I thought you *********** be happy [02:57.12]But they not ‘cause they took a back seat like a taxi [02:59.51]I'm a latch key kid, home alone so often [03:01.74]But I had to come back to my Cali like Culkin [03:04.12]I was born out here, then I moved out there [03:06.48]***** check my core, man, this s**t ain't fair [03:08.81]I got a track with Alley Boy, Fredo, and Problem [03:11.14]So you know I'm in the hood just like I'm a cobra [03:13.38]Python, check the app, I'm hangin' with coders [03:15.69]Man that 'Bino goin' off, I thought that I told you [03:18.06]Before the closed and the Crenshaw Mall [03:20.36]I used to date this fly girl with a place in the Dons [03:22.75]We used to cruise Leimert Park in a Beamer [03:24.83]Love a Cali girl so much, have you seen her? [03:27.11]Shout out to Latinas, look at all these hynas [03:29.39]'Bino is the highest, ****** know I'm childish [03:31.81]I be on that Y s**t, and she down to roll [03:34.38]Ate her ***** like a sachi teriyaki bowl [03:36.80]Ayo, Problem? (What up?) This a diss track right? (Go ahead) [03:39.25]**** you, **** you - you're cool - you can't rap [03:41.68]You need help, you all industry hype [03:43.77]Most of these ****** aight, none of 'em holdin' a light to me [03:46.13]Wearin' some wifer tees, like it was '93 [03:48.79]After the riots, ****** is violent [03:50.66]Sprayed the llama, took the L s**t, wasn't silent, though [03:52.85]Middle finger crossed up, ****** now you know, for real [03:55.49] [03:55.96]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Gambino) [03:58.06]So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence (Yeah) [04:00.36]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (night with real men, for real) [04:02.70]So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence [04:04.95]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense ('Cause if it don't make dollars it don't make sense) [04:07.12]So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence [04:09.50]If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (Compton, California, that's where I'm from) [04:11.89]Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince (Diamond!) 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