Back up, bag back//
C to the d o t, king of the new jacks//
Fuck a sidewalk, I march down the middle of the street//
One man parade, all eyes on me//
I'm leading the pack, hip hop's drum major//
West Coast resurrector, G funk savior//
I spit fire hot enough to fry my competition//
Boy listen, this isn't no amateur pimping//
Its running through my bloodstream//
Snatch you out the bay from the OC, I got reach//
Naw mista, I'm no average nigga//
Got juice like Jamba, got pull like triggers//
Even when I was the uncool kid//
Still had a way with words to get them panties to slid//
My buzz up, I got the block clicking and jumping//
I'm a statue in a league with niggas softer than a muffin//
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