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Lil' hawk & bird in the house (geah) |
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Niggas on the run in the house (right) |
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Da foe in the house (that's right) |
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My nigga d.t. in the house (ain't nuthin' but clownin', geah baby) |
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The eihthype thugs in the house |
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Ain't nuthin but clownin, y'know i'm sayin'? |
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And this goin' out to all them thug niggas worldwide, y'know i'm sayin'? |
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Geah |
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Check it out |
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Here goes another gang tale from that street smart cat |
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First lesson: don't be slippin' without your gat |
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Cause out here they be trippin' on all kinds of shit |
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From the colors to the way that you hit your switch |
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Don't be a soft-ass nigga |
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Just belong to the gang of your choice with your hand on your trigga |
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Now represent like you got no ****in' sense at all |
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On every corner that is clear, hit your name on the wall (geah - hey) |
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Jump in the back seat, we on a hoo-ride |
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Reminiscin' about my mutha****in homies that died |
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I lay back and close my eyes and wonder |
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How many mutha****in' niggas the hood gon' take under (geah) |
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But it's a fact; that these niggas be slippin' |
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Gon' get caught up with the mutha****in mac |
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But it's all good, doing dirt, puttin' in work |
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I got love 4 tha hood |
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Come on |
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Uh, geah, geah, c'mon |
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We got love for our hood |
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(throw your hands in the air) |
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Do you got love 4 your hood? geah c'mon |
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(throw your shit in the air like you just don't care) |
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Can't wait to hit the gate at 3 p.m. |
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A 159 killers i'm ready to kick it with them |
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Let my rag hang slightly out the button hole |
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I'm ready to stack chips higher than a totem pole |
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Geah, i hopes this gang shit don't ever cease |
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Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police |
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To the west, we got power, one time's scary |
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Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin |
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Caviar selling's how we handle our biz |
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Drive-by shooting's just the way that it is |
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Cavi in the bushes, straps in a stash |
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Liquor store run, somebody better make a dash |
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Living that life on the edge ain't nuthin (uh get'em) |
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You best not wanna be startin' something |
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But geah, it's all good, doin dirt, puttin' in work |
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I got love for the hood, come on |
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Geah (hey) |
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Who got love for their hood? |
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You got love for your love? |
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Cause we got love for our hood... |
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[da foe] |
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I grabs my strap and represent tha ****in b.g. local loc's |
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We doin' more dirt, puttin' in work |
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I walks around like compton owes me something |
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Tote gats in the back of my lac, fool, i be dumpin |
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16 years young and i'm the maker |
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Hittin' you - up like a pager you gets played like sega |
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Only real g's come from the west |
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So ????? like a doctor i proceeds to stitch your chest |
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Prrrraaa... how you like 'em know, we mad deep |
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Like t.l.c. i creep through your hood and put you to sleep |
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Let's make it clearly understood |
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Like niggas ?can damn? o.g.'s in the pen and we runnin' the hood |
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Shit, your better be raisin up |
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Cause foe gon' pull inside my back |
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Your block will get tore up with this mac (10) |
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Open your eyes and see (yeah) |
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Cause we got love for the mutha****in' hood, yeah |
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We got love for our hood |
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Do you got love for your hood? |
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I said da foe's in the house, nigga |
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I said da foe's in the house |
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We got love for our hood |
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Do you got love for your hood? |
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Da foe's in the house |
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True blue thugs from the mutha****in streets |
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Compton sewed up from the mutha****in top to the bottom |
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Nigga, you want thug niggas we got 'em |
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You want hoe bitches we got 'em |
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Uh cluck-heads, uh |
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Punk one-time, geah |
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Skanless-ass niggas, geah |
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Mark-ass fools uh |
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And coward-ass bustas |
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Niggas like quik ha ha ahaha, geah |