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Correct JoHn Muir Lyrics
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[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Never had a mothafuckin' weed card I'm down to flatline a nigga, never been soft Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all I was thirteen with my mothafuckin' heat, y'all Nigga caught cases tryna take your fuckin' screen off I could put your fuckin' life on the recall, uh, yeah Lookin' for the bitches with the ass Got an ice chain cause a nigga gettin' cash Three different pagers blowin' up because I'm crackin' Tryna turn a dollar to a million, ho, what's happenin'? O-orange laces, for my shoestrings Pistol on me, dope is in her g-string Ridin' in my mothafuckin' Coupe-Ville Groovin' with my mothafuckin' locs still Fig side niggas keep a dope fiend Ghetto bird hit a kid like ghetto hoop dreams Tryna strike me out before I finish school I was just a square nigga 'til I took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all, ah, on me, though We love, we go We rise, we low Our pride, we show We love, we go [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, John Tryna get this mothafuckin' weed off Gang injunction tell me where we can't go Shoot me in my back because my afro Heard I got a strike on my record then it's true Cops effin' at my record, never told 'em what I knew I was in my nigga car garage, yeah, I'm tryna shoot I was out here sellin' dope at 14, what it do? I was out here fuckin' hoes at 14, what it do? I was ditchin' class, fifth grade, yeah, I'm Groovy Q Ain't no biggie when the small nigga rob, gimme loot Pop a nigga on his mom's porch, kill his brother too Nigga lost his first fade nine years after school Nigga tryna get the Js, blue Chucks sick as flu Runnin' from the crash unit like my name was State Farm On my nigga's handlebars tryna get our groove on, yeah [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q & Sam Dew] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, ah, on me, though We love, we go We rise, we low Our pride, we show We love, we go [Outro: ScHoolboy Q] Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-B-Bellin', bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin' through the mothafuckin', bellin' street, y'all B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Bellin', bellin', bellin' B-Bellin' through the mothafuckin' street, y'all Mothafuckin' street, street, street, John
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