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[Intro: Justin Credible, P-Lo] Yeah! LA Leakers, "Leaks of the Industry," baby! Let's take it to the bay one time (Uh) Shout out to our homies P-Lo and Sage The Gemini! Let's go! (P-P-P-P-Lo, [?]) The Leakers (Uh) [Verse 1: P-Lo] Spanish girls call me chinito (The LA Leakers, baby) Pedro go easy like free throws (The Los Angeles Leakers) You know it's me on the beat though After the club, yeah, I beat those Then I probably wake up in it You a punk, man, he probably put your face up in it Uh, I ain't even gotta ask in the club Always grippin' on her ass, uh [Chorus: P-Lo] Girl, go ahead and bend the shit You gon' make a real one wanna spend that shit, uh I know what you need, what you like Got a boyfriend but he don't do it right I can show you how a real one do (The Los Angeles Leakers) Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah (Uh, yeah), I can show you how a real one do (Uh, uh) [Verse 2: P-Lo] And I still go Your girl tell me it's good, like a field goal When she's tryna get me sprung, she go real slow When she's tryna get me sprung, she go real slow, uh But girl, you can't play a real one Been a young boss and you know I'm still one Don't bring your girl around 'cause you know I'll steal her When she wear leggings you know I peel her Living like a young Mac Tell a bitch throw it back 20k for a track, uh Might pull up in the Benz All the hoes want sin Got your bitch in my den, uh And I rep that HBK shit (The Los Angeles Leakers) No patience, fuck around get replaced then, uh I ain't playin' no games Got your girl screamin' my name, uh [Chorus: P-Lo, Sage The Gemini] Girl, go ahead and bend the shit (Lil hoe) You gon' make a real one wanna spend that shit, uh I know what you need, what you like (Go and get that money) Got a boyfriend but he don't do it right I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do (If you don't know me, S-A-G-E) Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do [Verse 3: Sage The Gemini] I'm the realest, that's first things first My biscuits ain't limp but shout out Fred Durst No homo, let's get one thing clear My hands probably touch more purses than yours This hoe's sick, I bet I have cure A real nigga does his thing and it's pure He said he ball like me, and he said it sincere I laugh and say cop Iamsu!'s "Sincerely Yours" I'ma show you how a real one do I'm a fly Young Thug, skywalkin', no Luke Making all my girls have a dispute Eatin' on them hoes, too full I might puke Walking tall with my big boy lines And I ain't talking to you hoes without a big boy prize 'Cause all ya'll do is waste time But that ain't gonna work this time, yee (The LA Leakers, baby) [Chorus: P-Lo] Girl, go ahead and bend the shit You gon' make a real one wanna spend that shit, uh I know what you need, what you like Got a boyfriend but he don't do it right I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do Girl, go ahead and bend the shit You gon' make a real one wanna spend that shit, uh I know what you need, what you like Got a boyfriend but he don't do it right I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do Girl, go ahead and bend the shit You gon' make a real one wanna spend that shit, uh I know what you need, what you like Got a boyfriend but he don't do it right I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do Oh yeah, I can show you how a real one do