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Gyeah... |
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All my mutha****in niggas holla |
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All my mutha****in bitches holla |
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All my niggas holla |
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All my bitches holla |
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If you ain't got no snaps holla |
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If you ain't got no ride holla |
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Lookin for the hook up holla |
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Holla, holla |
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[Verse 1] |
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You can catch me in the land of the greenest snaps |
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Stanks from tha strip clubs |
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Homies packin they straps, check it out |
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One-Time's kinda corrupt, the hood life's crazy |
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But I love the hood life, baby it's all gravy |
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Sunday afternoon, the midnight moon |
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But I'm thinkin that I gotta get to Compton soon |
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Got a ounce in my pocket and a cupple of grands (chin,chin) |
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Serve a cupple of hours and hit the burger stand |
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My hands stay tight on the grip you heard |
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We gotta duck quick, here come the bird (chipp,chipp) |
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Back on the block, no dope in sock |
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Got a house-side window where you're slightly knockin (boom,boom) |
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Got my tape bumpin Eazy-E and (2)PAC |
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Check the time on my watch bout 2 o' clock |
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Call the bitch at the club that I ran into |
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Holla back, said I come thru and shake it for you |
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Gyeah... |
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[Chorus] |
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All my niggas holla |
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All my mutha****in...Gyeah...all my mutha****in bitches holla |
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Gyeah...if you ain't got no money holla |
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Gyeah...if you ain't got no ride holla |
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Gyeah...if it's hot out here holla |
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Gyeah...all my niggas holla |
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All my bitches holla |
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Gyeah... |
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[Verse 2] |
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Who rap they spots and run they blocks |
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Who started off soft and turned to rock |
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If you know what I'm speakin, hook your set |
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You should know how to get a little extra bag |
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W.S. leadin a pack, we're gready like that |
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In hot sunny county, dippin with a hood rat |
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9-0, 2-2-0, that's the code |
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**** a bitch, **** a nigga, it's the gangsta mode |
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The story has been told by a thousand times |
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Town of the thug niggas, hoes and crimes |
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Some niggas rap star and try to shine (bling!) |
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Some stay in the hood and stay on the line |
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That's fine with you nigga |
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Gyeah, I got your corner |
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If enemies trip you can bet they are goner |
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True kill niggas got 20 and better |
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Hood's still tight, collect cards and letters |
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It's still a Compton thang, whoever the pain brang |
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Whatever the mind frame, we can play this game |
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Compton for death and dollars all the same |
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Uh, never a shame, ya'll know the name |
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Holla back |
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[Chorus] |
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Niggas holla |
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All my mutha****in bitches holla |
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If you ain't got no money holla |
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If you ain't got no ride holla |
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All my mutha****in niggas holla |
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All my mutha****in bitches holla |
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If you ain't got no money holla |
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Gyeah...Gyeah... |
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[Verse 3] |
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I know ya'll lovin this mutha****in gang-bang-bang |
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Step up on the stage, strap tight in hand |
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Givin ya'll sumptin ya'll just can't understand |
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(??) my masterplan |
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I'm a thug til the day I can't escape the judge |
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Or til the One-Time sweep me under the rug |
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Or til the Lord takes me away from this place |
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So I won't see my enemies fate |
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Chase the dream, cause it's all about the way you kick it |
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Some hoes won't get down if a nigga wan' lick it |
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Is that the only way to go |
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No, 1/2 Oz. is in this |
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And hey, bitch put your money where your mouth is |
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Bounce back, cross state, takin the chance |
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Just to flossin, hook up with the motto and hot dance |
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Damn, sometimes I wonder, is this all just a bad dream |
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Or did the hood take me under |
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Ya'll know the mind frame |
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Ya'll know how they sheeme |
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How we play this game |
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We do it for real nigga |
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Packin a steel |
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Uh, all up on the hill |
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[Chorus] |
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Uh, all my mutha****in niggas holla |
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All my mutha****in bitches holla |
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If you ain't got no money holla |
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If you ain't got no ride holla |
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All my mutha****in niggas holla |
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All my mutha****in bitches holla |
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If you ain't got no money holla |
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If it's hot on the blocks holla |
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Gyeah...holla back ya'll |
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Gyeah...holla back ya'll |
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Gyeah...holla, holla, holla |
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1/2 Oz., 2000 and 1 |
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For the millenium |
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Takin over this shit |
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For real this time |
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You know how the **** we do it |
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Back on that ass |
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With the gangsta lean |
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C.M.W. |
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The underground hero |
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Comptons Most...Gyeah... |
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Holla... |
