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Kids coming up from the alleys not like the valleys |
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Southtown San Diego rats out here in Cali |
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So Cal with the crew to show' em how |
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You like me now, with the sound straight underground |
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Putt'n it down, lift up this jewel that I have found |
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And pass it around, flowing against the crowd |
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Hip-hop hardknox rhym'n soon as the tune drops |
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Negative small talks, homie star kick'n rocks |
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and thake it all down the blocks where it belongs |
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A demo of songs but they wouldn't put me on |
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Thought I was gone, too late, but who's to say |
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My pockets are empty and I got dues to pay |
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To the tic tock you don't stop |
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To the tic tock you don't quit, hit it |
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chorus |
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Freestyle, freak with the flava it's the sure shot |
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Floss up the Ave, when the spot gets hot |
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Still pay'n dues and knock'em out the box |
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That's how it is homie like it or not |
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It's bad enough late bills keep stacking up |
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No one ever told me that it would cost this much |
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So buckle up and come along for the ride |
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Catching the vibes and staying true to my tribe |
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I got mad love for the ones that still around |
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Knew you'd be down from the get-go here and now |
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You make me proud from the diapers to the grave |
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No masqurade, stayed the same like in the day |
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On day when we all get saved |
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We're gonna change the world no matter what they say |
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And stay real playing what we feel |
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I'll keep praying for you while you shoot to thrill |
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It's been a long time |
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It's been a long time com'n |
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Hated by many and loved by less |
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Hold the thresh, resurrected here in the West |
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Clinch the fist; dismiss the stereotype myths |
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Loose lips sing ships, then plead the fifth |
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You hated this, no reason you hated this |
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If you only know you'd be the first one to enlist |
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We come in love cause its just how we does |
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Fit the frame staying the same as it ever was |
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