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Capo, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) Eastside (code red) say what, what's my mother-fuckin name (DipSet) DipSet, Byrd Gang [Hook] Catch that boy Capo Cruising up 8th with the top low, and the cops low, (Squalie) I'm a DipSet boss You don't wanna get clapped get caught up in the cross, (dip low) And I'm caught up in the floss Chain 500 thou' cause I'm brought up in the gloss, (Balling) And I'm caught up in the cross I'm a winner I ain't tryin to get caught up with a loss, (No way) [Verse 1] Now when the hell would it stop (never) I keep evading the law getting tailed by the cops (Fuck 'em) I keep breakin the law got a bail on spot You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot, (sizzlin') Goin hard for 16 Livin that fast life like I'm made for the big screen, (Lights, Camera, Action) And y'all know how I get in the club A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin up bud (Haze) Got some hoes in the back and they sippin on suds Blowin smoke on the dough, poppin Cris' with the thugs

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