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No. 2 is for pimps
So well do it tremendous
Im right in my head
I still see truth and potential
Im throwin them parties
The ones you remember
In 1999 from June to November
Im walkin round in Mercedes but Im getting my shit heavy
With or without the heavy, yeah, Im getting my shit heavy

Too funky, pretty much
Nigga in the lane, nigga showin me love
They brought me 12 drinks and I threw up in the club
I go too fucking hard,
I need to watch my health
See I need to brush my teeth and shit
Lay off this leadership
Before I get to see you high
See you high, damn high

Going around my neck
Aint nothing on my toes
I thought you were harder
Aint nothing on my nose
Im a freak I suppose
Im a freak I suppose
Im whatever you want me this week to be, I suppose
Yeah its getting, its getting
Its getting kind of heavy
All these hoes are getting naked
A toast to my brain, yeah
A toast to my brain, yeah
A toast to my homies
Now lets go eat and get thick, yeah

Im feeling kind of lonely, yeah
Nigga dont understand me
Hes a God damn liar
If he dont comprehend me
Hes probably too damn high
Understand Porsche, do you understand Mercedes?
You still dont play up
Then I guess its good
You see night in my hood
Im not in my hood
But Im under my hood
Niggaz is 8.2 %, a population is good
50 % suspensions,that shit aint got
Motherfuckers in my neighborhood grew up to be nothing
And when Im around the world startin
They still arent doing nothing

Whos next?
Standing on the top
I think Im climbing to get some leverage
Opposition in my cup
Put me in the boat
The bottom filled with hope
I still make it to the Coast
We gonna party hard
And we aint in no West shop
I got this for long
Waiting to bust this
Im workin for what I want
You think that everybody is beyond
But you know me
Thats why I send out
Man this life is so crazy
Im smelling some chicks
Im just making music,til I know what Imma do next
Neighbors know who I am, you aint got to be worth
When I came so far I just never acknowledged
I just love your astonishment

Imma beat it to the death of me
And Imma keep 100 to the death of me
A lot of love did I mention that?
But there are some times niggaz get the tension at
I keep it honest, dont be mad at me
But I dont really like to talk
Cause I dont like to speak
And when I say that I keep you around
You know I put it down

Cause Im that getter
Im that getter
Yeah, cause Im that getter
Im that getter
Im that getter

Cause Im that getter
Im that getter
Im that getter
Cause Im that getter
Im that getter
Im that getter