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Well it's the musically drunken king tee, with the fifth of funk |
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Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh |
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I've been around since the days of the sugarhill groove |
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Bust it out with "act a fool" |
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When i was seventeen, made some mad-ass green |
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Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things |
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Had to play the part for the g's on the block |
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So i bought a blue rag, bought a black glock |
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Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid |
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The westside of compton over where the dead laid |
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On (?) and central, where niggaz get mental |
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For a dollar, makin punk niggaz holla |
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I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some 'gnac |
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While the homies stripped cars in the back |
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Lifestyles of the short and broke |
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Ain't worried bout shit, cause i'm a down ass loc |
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So break the nigga off when you come to my hood |
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Cause the little b.g.'s, is up to no good |
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Jackin motherfuckers for they dana dane's |
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Got 'em jumpin out they shit like the house of pain |
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[king tee] |
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Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun |
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Tryin to stay full while he's livin in the slum |
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I used to bang on fools like i was goin insane |
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From a notorious compton gang |
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It's king tee, strapped "iv life" |
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Cause i don't trust niggaz, i use the middle finger for the trigger |
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Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky |
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For the homies that died, and don't know why |
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It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec |
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Makin hard niggaz hit the deck |
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Lifestyles of the short and broke |
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Ain't worried bout shit, cause i'm a down ass loc |
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