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Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four With the D's spinnin' I can bag a hoe Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it 20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett You can't buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free The quarters is 75, the ball is live Ain't nobody fumblin' on my block We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the rock Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis Rule number 1, keep your eye on your cash flow 'Cause rule number 2, will get rid of your best so None of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode 'Less they got petrol, pushin' that Benz slow Pick up the Game, let's count some cash Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask On some other shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now We on the West coast, seek and destroy now It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me The underboss, ill too fast Buildin' my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd Bill Gates From the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K's San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll spray on ya Uhh, makin' mafia moves, skate from the cops Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya dude But nah, the ball, it don't stop A shot callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon' flock Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the individual Holdin' weight in the dope state Tokin' the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible] Watch our bread and our team skyrocket Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me