Dedicated (Purp & Patron) lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Eh yo, one two, one two

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & The Game]
Dedicated to all my n*ggas up north
Dedicated to the dirty south of course
Dedicated to all my n*ggas on the east
Dedicated to west coast n*ggas is [?]
This is from us to you, and all of them
Don't get gass, my n*gga, watch your [?]
Eh, eh, eh

[Verse 1: The Game & Pharrell Williams]
I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon
Me, I was a nerd n*gga, [?] gimmic
Now I got the Maybach, curtins is linnon
White [?] with the burgundy in it
Tinted? For real, now watch how we spin it
Riverside Drive, in about five minutes
Four five two, [?]
Make a n*gga sneeze when we ride by you
Ice Cream jeans with the [?] top
Polo [?]
Am I high? Fasho
How we count dough?
We count commas, y'all n*ggas count O's
Come to VIP, n*gga, we can count hoes
Don't forget the candy paint, sitting on 4's
Plus, I got banana clips under my clothes
This is [?] to n*ggas that flip O's
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & The Game]
Dedicated to all my n*ggas up north
Dedicated to the dirty south of course
Dedicated to all my n*ggas on the east
Dedicated to west coast n*ggas is [?]
This is from us to you, and all of them
Don't get gass, my n*gga, watch your [?]
Eh, eh, eh

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams & The Game]
Eh yo, come to [?]
You ever seen a hard bottoms on [?]
Them bullits make a n*gga hit the bottom real hard
You ever seen [?] on [?]
Spike a b*tch drink, make a b*tch go hard
Red Airmax with the f*cking [?]
[?] already did it, [?] go hard
[?] walk out with no charge
With your broad, oh lord
Why you wifing? Somewhere typing
We on Rodeo, somewhere swiping
Do it like Nike, my sh*t [?]
Back to back Lambo, inside [?]
This sh*t criminal, we should be indicted
[?] riding shotgun, [?]
Like [?] fighting
sh*t is exciting
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & The Game]
Dedicated to all my n*ggas up north
Dedicated to the dirty south of course
Dedicated to all my n*ggas on the east
Dedicated to west coast n*ggas is [?]
This is from us to you, and all of them
Don't get gass, my n*gga, watch your [?]
Eh, eh, eh



[Verse 3: The Game & Pharrell Williams]
Top down, [?]
[?] with the Tom Ford shades
[?] four seasons
Six fours, more reasons
More money, [?] season
Are you listening ma? [?]
We [?] the [?] on the floor, whole season
It's the pink slip club, n*gga, no leesing
Your ex boyfriend, policing
Brush him off like my [?]
[?] gang ophiliated [?]
We could call Henchman, or we could call [?]
We could call Hecter, and we can call [?]
[?] favors, [?]
Everybody loco, n*ggas gotta show me
[?] there's a fire in my pants, blow me
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & The Game]
Dedicated to all my n*ggas up north
Dedicated to the dirty south of course
Dedicated to all my n*ggas on the east
Dedicated to west coast n*ggas is [?]
This is from us to you, and all of them
Don't get gass, my n*gga, watch your [?]
Eh, eh, eh