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Letra : Ask ’Em
Yup, this sh*t ain't stoppin'
We jsut can't start it
East side Long Beach all the way to the Bay, all the way to Korea
(P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)
Jessica Ho, P-Lo, and $tupid Young
Aye, Aye
Yeah b*t*h I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna f**k cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah b*t*h I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna f**k cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
n***as hit my line cause they see I got my cash up
You ain't talkin' [?] racks, n***a you can back up
Baby tryna f**k me, she heard I got my racks up
So I told her, "face down baby, with your ass up"
Gang in this b*t*h n***a, don't get smacked up
If you want to take it there we gon' pick the straps up
Homies got his address, bring that Google map up
Life is a gamble and I'm hoping I don't crap up
7-11 baby, east side, you know what I'm reppin' baby
These other on my feet when I'm steppin' baby
We don't take losses, we just learnn lessons baby
That's on the gang, she f**kin' with me I got my guap up
I got money in the safe, I got my stocks up
You ain't the type to hold me down when I'm locked up
So after I'm done f**kin', I'm gone when he pop up
We jsut can't start it
East side Long Beach all the way to the Bay, all the way to Korea
(P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back)
Jessica Ho, P-Lo, and $tupid Young
Aye, Aye
Yeah b*t*h I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna f**k cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
Yeah b*t*h I'm gone, takin' off like I'm NASA
Hoes wanna f**k cause they see I got my cash up
It ain't bout the racks, said I'm good, I could pass up
I be with my dawgs they gon' do what I ask 'em
n***as hit my line cause they see I got my cash up
You ain't talkin' [?] racks, n***a you can back up
Baby tryna f**k me, she heard I got my racks up
So I told her, "face down baby, with your ass up"
Gang in this b*t*h n***a, don't get smacked up
If you want to take it there we gon' pick the straps up
Homies got his address, bring that Google map up
Life is a gamble and I'm hoping I don't crap up
7-11 baby, east side, you know what I'm reppin' baby
These other on my feet when I'm steppin' baby
We don't take losses, we just learnn lessons baby
That's on the gang, she f**kin' with me I got my guap up
I got money in the safe, I got my stocks up
You ain't the type to hold me down when I'm locked up
So after I'm done f**kin', I'm gone when he pop up
