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(الألبوم: The D-Boy Diary: Book 1 - 2016)

[Rick Rock:]
Yeah, my nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s

[E-40:]
No periods, all commas
No ones in my stacks, these 100s
I can give it to ya if you want it
Nigga if you got it then flaunt it
I started with a teaspoon
Now I'm a tycoon
Keep it lit like a full moon
Street sweeper [?]
I started with nothing, all of a sudden I'm something
My jewelry be busting, showcasing, flossing and stunting
My woofers be subbing, I know they know that I'm coming
You might want to hide her or glue your hand to your woman
My big ol' G's be shining, [?]
My lil niggas be grinding, and they be shooting and fighting
I tell 'em stop all the violence, mama's at funerals crying
The P's be popping and the mac be multiplying

[Rick Rock:]
Bitch, these is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s

[E-40:]
Making all kinds of paper in my sleep
Gotta stay with your stapler, play for keep
Don't wanna be seven days, I can't be week/weak
Never know who out there plotting tryna sneak
I be blowing purple haze up out my Jeep
My air bitches soil like a cleek
I be perking off that loyal when I drink
You don't want no problems, want no beef
Your ratchets like some foil like some meat
I'm talking sign language, I can't speak
When I get questioned by police
Throw off methods make 'em think that I'm a geek
Activated, I might put your bitch to sleep
The homie just touched down, forgot to mention
Told me look at niggas hands and pay attention
Be about your rubber bands and your funds
I don't make it rain 'cause I ain't got no ones

[Rick Rock:]
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones

[E-40:]
Of course, I'm a keep it lit like the fourth
I could talk your mom out her purse
Without no harm, or no force
When I was starving like Marvin and eating noodles and spam
Some bread or some milk or some peanut butter and jam
The way I was built from the gravel, the soil, the land
You can get killed out here if you catting and playing
I'm fried, I'm burnt, on 10, I stay turnt
Suckers tryna monitor the money I earn
I got the gift of the gab, could talk a rock off a cliff
[?] pill scraps, throwing 100s to Crips
Blue bags, well deserved
C-notes, like Charlie Bird
My player partners straight up out the rich
Known for going hard on a bitch

[Rick Rock:]
Bitch, these is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones
These is 100s, these is 100s, these is 100s
My nigga, these ain't ones