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    I be that nigga always wearing something clean for the groupies
    Looking like Caine but nah this is a not a movie
    Cell phones up, tell them girls to shoot me
    All I hear is "yea bitch that's Dom can u excuse me"
    Leimert Park legend, I used to bump that Snoopy
    Had some iceberg and I used to want that Coogi
    Back in 97 man my uncle wore the Gucci
    And he rocked Polo, and he wore the Stussy
    I am no marine but these niggas do salute me
    Catch me on Peco, I am like the Lucy's
    Give it to em raw, I am like the sushi
    I hate how rappers use the term "fresh" so loosely
    Bad ass nigga, I am like Boosie
    But that just might have went over yo head like a kufi
    If I was a DJ, I would be Brucey
    Or any of them niggas Biggie shouted out on juicy
    Sometime I get chose, but u can say I'm choosy
    And if u want to keep her then u should not introduce me, 25th hour, that was introducing
    Roll with the winners girl cause I ain't into losing
    Talking Crenshaw king, that's what we be cruising
    Get my point across, so I never have to prove it
    Squab with a nigga, I ain't into shootin
    This is not the army but them niggas is recruiting
    Hardwood floors, but we don't be hooping
    When them boxes touch touch down, then we gon' move it
    Maybe out to Compton, just like St. Louis
    Sugar 16's, nigga watch how I do this yeah I studied this game
    I'm a student, but now everyday they call my name and I be truant
    UCLA, I'm a bruin
    And all them plans you made, I'm a ruin
    Your whole rap career, it is ruined
    And everybody say "damn Dom you shouldn't do it"
    I'm the number one pick, that's Ewing
    No one said I would make it, but somehow I always knew it
    And I'm running this game, that's stupid
    I write like Eric, yeah that's ruthless
    These hoes so Ashanti, that's foolish
    I'm good on the track, Carl Lewis
    All these rap critics always asking for some new shit, tell em go buy it
    And they never do shit, I fuck with FutureStreet
    But dawg this my new shit, you say I'm bout to really B-L-O-W shit

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    In 1997, I wrote my first rhyme, "I wanna marry you" is what I told my first dime
    Had my first drink, rolled my first dime, and I knew I was that first nigga for the very first time
    And said I ain't never left, tell em I ain't never left

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    Composición: Dom Kennedy y Oh God Rashad

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