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B-Real

"Fruit Punch"

[Intro: Brevi]
Momma didn't raise no dummy
Gimme all you want, can't take nothin' from me
Big Bad Wolf tryna catch a lil' bunny
Learned a long time ago the bears need honey

[Chorus: Brevi]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a f*ck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no b*tch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, f*ckin' yes

[Verse 1: Xzibit & James Savage]
Comin' outside on you n*ggas
I'ma west ride on you n*ggas
I'ma get the OG's and the Bee Gees
Better find a place to hide, 'cause we killas
In my habitat with gorillas
We could take it to the back, I should kill 'em
Nah, let me handle that, let me get 'em
n*gga, we can lock up like the system
You could call the police like a victim
You a First 48 type of n*gga, hit 'em
Them tear ducts all teared up
Didn't hesitate to tell on them n*ggas
Take a break, it's only gon' get 'em
If a mother f*cker fake, he gon' get Godzilla

It's that pull-up, that bang-bang, we serial killers so we kill 'em

[Chorus: Brevi]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a f*ck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no b*tch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, f*ckin' yes

[Verse 2: Demrick & B-Real]
Today, I got time for you n*ggas
I'ma bottom line all you n*ggas
I'm about mine, every single dime
Goes to the money and the women
I know you assumed you was winnin'
I'm immune to your venom
Pulled a nine from out the denim
Ride a hit of good vodka and send God to get 'em
Never lookin' back, I move ahead (Yeah)
Got another pack to move instead (Yeah)
Livin' like a king, we get the bread (Yeah)
Get away from me, we take your head (Yeah)
We don't leave a clue, no residue (Yeah)
Better have a few roll in with you (Yeah)
In the four door with the four-four
Goin' slow-mo, c*cked and aimed at you


[Chorus: Brevi]
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a f*ck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no b*tch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from
You know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, f*ckin' yes

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