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Yall know me, still the same o.g., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no gs No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and its all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did yall think ima let my dough freeze? hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-es, ice cubes, and The snoop d-o-double-gs And the group that said mother-“fuck tha police“ Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasnt doin too good Whos the doctor they told you to go see? Yall better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm flopped Yall are the reason that dre aint been gettin no sleep So fuck yall, all of y
