T.T.I.T.M

I got four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle

I got four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle

A nigga might have to bang just to hang out
This the way a nigga raised just banged out
Every corner that you hit its a thing out
Keep it moving or a nigga blow your brains out
A product of the streets but I made it out
Palm trees in the breeze just sway around
Hit the beach, meet the plug, got my toes in the sand
I got white, I got wax, hoe you know I'm the man
I'm going in, I thank the West
Pussy money weed whole lot of respect
I get into the bag want a lottery check
I fuck with the plug to become the connect

I got four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
I got four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle

Killer Cali where a nigga made a name for himself
Rep the south, rep the north, I claim nothing else
Far as I'm concerned nigga, it ain't nothing else
In the West Coast nigga I'm attaining my wealth
San Diego to the Bay, Vallejo in the scrape
Frisco, Oakland, Sacramento getting cake
We don't cap in the West, these niggas ain't fake
Better lock your door, cause nigga will invade

I got four fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
I got for fingers up
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle
Two twisted in the middle



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvester Thompson
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