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(feat. Daz Dillinger) |
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[EIHT & DAZ] |
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We came in the door, said it before |
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West Side, East Side when we hit the floor |
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Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore |
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And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more |
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[EIHT] |
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Money makes the world stay up (that's right) |
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Fiends to hook us up on the late night hype |
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G's flips on the corner while we chill in the club |
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Short skirts put in work, straight show you love |
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You know the title |
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Heavy weight nigga with the green, everybody know the spot |
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One times ain't hot |
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Gots the bomb |
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Everybody tell your friends |
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C-P-T and the L-B back again |
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Bring your heat |
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Eiht and Daz with the paper |
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One time won't be gafflin for the caper |
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Can't see me |
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Two black niggas from the West |
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Decide where they hoo-ride, two of the best |
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No contest |
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C-P-T so get it straight |
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Y'all don't know the program, switches on my Brougham |
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Skates to the L-B, three wheel motion |
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C-P-T chill with G's right next to the ocean |
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[EIHT & DAZ] |
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We came in the door, said it before |
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West Side, East Side when we hit the floor |
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Got the paper fo' sho' got chronic galore |
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And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more |
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[DAZ DILLINGER] |
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We too rough, we too tough |
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And the niggas that I hang with is just too much |
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And we'll fuck you up |
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When we acting up |
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Dat Nigga Daz and Eiht straight fucking shit up |
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Swervin down the block as my system knock |
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Niggas take what you got, get trip, you get shot |
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Come through like we usually do for you and who |
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Draped in blue |
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Nuthin but riders in my crew |
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Throwing it up |
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Mad dog, all in my cup |
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Smokin blunt after blunt ready to fuck shit up |
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Nigga what? |
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How you want it, ain't no survivors, just goners |
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It's gettin hectic when the 9 start spittin |
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Burn around and lay every rapper down in your town |
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Wash 'em up just like the verdict come down |
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We'll take your shit |
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Your bitch and your grip |
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And this is how it is when we take your shit |
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[EIHT & DAZ] |
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We came in the door, said it before |
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West Side, East Side when we hit the floor |
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Got the paper fo' sho' got chronic galore |
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And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more... |
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[MC EIHT] |
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Hit and run |
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Just for fun |
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But it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none |
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Stop fakin', baby, cause we got paper to spend |
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More peso's, guaranteed to clock those |
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Suppose I be's the nigga with static |
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Watch my back, always packs the automatic |
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East coast, West coast fuck that, you dig? |
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Niggas in your own hood'll split your wig |
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But me, I'm on the premium |
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Never on the regular |
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Connects in bound, trips on my cellular |
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I'm telling ya |
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It must be the good life, son |
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Land of the sunshine, Crystal wine |
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Keeps one time thinking, suspicious |
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Twenty-six S-5 hun', twenty inches |
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Must be the money from the rob, they don't know |
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Must be the money from the gang, fo' sho' |
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[EIHT & DAZ] |
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We came in the door, said it before |
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West Side, East Side when we hit the floor |
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Got the paper fo' sho', got chronic galore |
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And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more |
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[DAZ DILLINGER] |
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Who's your friend or not? |
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Your old partners from the block |
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Take and pop shots |
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Trying to put my life to a stop |
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Prepare for the murder spree |
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Bustin' until I'm free of these bastards |
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Never heard of me and never knew of me |
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Supposed to love me, homie, show me |
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Through all the shit that we been through homie, you owe me |
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Make you pay fo' sho', it is rough |
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Off brand niggas getting rushed |
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On the boulevard, times is really getting rough |
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Call your bluff, why you wanna always front |
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To be a all day nigga it's a all day stunt |
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I'm from the East side of Long Beach, and we roll deep |
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Creep and blow your whole head off, you're caught in the street |
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Cause |
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[EIHT & DAZ] |
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We came in the door, said it before |
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West Side, East Side when we hit the floor |
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Got the paper fo' sho', got chronic galore |
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And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more... |
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One two one two |
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I said the Half Ounce crew |
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Yeah |
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Eihthype in the house |
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Daz Dillinger in the house |
