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[Verse 1: MC Black]
I lay my cards on the table, flip ´em over it´s full house
Sippin on my drink got me starring, now I´m trippin nah
Goldie got my back we go creepin with the sawed off
Ricochet boom ping ping bodies hauled off
Cemetery action don´t be slacking, slippin get you killed
Mac is in this motherfucker trick get your wig split
Dollar bills that I stack keep me on the track
Make a hustle for a living by the trigger with a gat on
Bust nigga duck duck we gon´play a tune
Got the game from the streets, just from fucking with them old coons
Notice how I listen to that old fucker daliq shit
Parliament, Marvin Gate bumping every greatest hit
Niggas on the side in the shadow of a real pimp
Gossip like a hoe getting mad, who you checking bitch

[Hook: King Goldie]x4
Ain´t no use in throwing blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Why you wanna check? I got my gack I hang with OG´s
Hoes wanna throw blows and roll up their sleeves
But a nigga like me ain´t ready to hit the dirt
Getting all musty now I´m fresh with my guess
And you wanna get me dusty
These punks taking of their shirt
Showing out for the bitches
Fuck all you tricks
I ain´t bought these extra clips for shit
Somebody gon´ have to pay
Cause we´re from the west bay
If you get too frightened when you get whooped
You gon´ get a gat anyway
Wanna fight for two or three minutes, Police been [?]
Let´s just get this shit over with so Tommy Wright can vamp bitch
Ain´t no use of being fair 'cause my opponent will do it too
West side chewin’ false niggas always got a come out true
I ain´t finna scrap I wanna do more than just dish your pain
In that way I can never get stuck with your fucking blood stain

[Hook: King Goldie]x4
Ain´t no use in throwing blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe

[Verse 3: King Goldie]
It´s about the time for me to light a spliff up
Take a deep puff once again blow this roof off this motherfucker
Pass me a light let me demonstrate
It´s a deadly/ daily thang if you can´t hang
Get the fuck away
From me boys don´t step, wrong living kind of fat
But it´s hard being there so I´m winning [?]
Call them pop one time in your skull
You gon´ fuck who?
Dead on your back turn them Ashes 2 Dust fool
Caught up in a 187 redrum make it manslaughter
Calling all cars, Goldie on the run
Fuck that I ain´t finna run on the 206 guilty
They gon´ have to catch me lying six feet
Shit on my mind in my world full of green dollars
Bitches I can fuck see they all love a king
Mr. Goldie say it loud, I fuck ´em harder
I break some up, something propper with this head knuckle
Yo I [?]
And stroke ´em like a champ
I hit ´em for that money motherfucker
Then I vamp

[Hook: King Goldie]x4
Ain´t no use in throwing blows
I just wanna smoke you hoe