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Dave East

"Nerd n*ggas"

[Intro: Slim 400]
Play opp
DJ
Suck it clique
b*tch, you now what it is
Ya know what I mean?
Let that n*gga live both his f*ckin' lives
No lie

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Okay
It's easy to stay ignant, send bullets through your pigment
Double 'round the block, make sure the job finished
Racks on your head like a n*gga playin' tennis
Steve Urkel ass n*gga, we ain't f*ckin' wit'cha image
Emulatin' the culture, we the best that done did it
Nerd ass n*gga like Jackie goin' swimmin'
Slim 400 from the start to the finish
West side capitols, ain't no room for no gimmicks
I be really in that Bompton, city where them G's at
Slime with that tootie, play wit' me, I squeeze that
Better have your pass 'fore I bust, you gon' need that
West to the East, we goin' up, we want feedback
And your b*tch missin' a heart, she on a lie from the start
She a IG model, she f*ck me in her n*gga car
I'm in the Wraith Benz, no fake friends with an army [?]
And when they thinkin' of West coast, they thinkin' of that n*gga Slim
400

[Chorus]
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n*gga
Put on at the library
I don't feel sorry for you, we don't feel sorry for you
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n*gga
Put on at the library
We don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I got all kinda spots
n*ggas shot me, they got my partners hot
No feelings, we cold killin', see what'cho momma got
Home invasion, blue strips, you know I'm chasin'
The homie on parole, I just got off probation
Legend and I'm still alive
Ask me where I'm from, I throw this sh*t up in your face
And two thumbs up, middle fingers to the opposition
Couldn't describe my vision, I ain't have a pot to p*ss in
Or a window to throw it out
Blue flaggin', rollin' out
Call my n*gga Slim, I'm in LA wit' a hunnid out
Gucci to the shoe strings, we gangbangin', f*ck a mood swing
From the dirt, n*gga, wit'cho boo me
I done made a million writin' on the Loose Leaf
Blue shirt, blue sneaks, Glock kicked back like Bruce Lee
Might kill a homie, he just ran off with a hunnid pack
Face shot his momma, can't stomach that, ain't no comin' back

[Chorus]
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n*gga
Put on at the library
I don't feel sorry for you, we don't feel sorry for you
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n*gga
Put on at the library
We don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you

[Verse 3: The Game]
Nerd n*gga, never sold a bird n*gga
Never got your boxers dirty handcuffed on the curb n*gga
f*ck twelve, f*ck the cops, f*ck the po-po
I hot the main line solo
What's brackin'?
Six-five, two fifty, n*gga, what's happenin'?
We could start a prison riot, put that sh*t on All-Madden
I'm like the ghost of Pac, the Dame of rock
Twelve five, I ain't forgot, yeah
I put them thangs in the Buick like a window shield
Why you textin'? I done been through it
I don't trust no hoe, I don't trust no n*gga
Ask me what time it is, I just might pull the trigger
Pour some liquor for my n*ggas in the sky, Blood
Do it Big like I been Ready To Die, blood
Kill me? It's gon' be black genocide, blood
Pull the roots out your family tree on the P, what?

[Chorus]
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n*gga
Put on at the library
I don't feel sorry for you, we don't feel sorry for you
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n*gga
Put on at the library
We don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you

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