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Ice-t, nigga |
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Representin |
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Strictly westside, nigga |
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South central in the mutha****in hiddouse |
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Check the technique, nigga |
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Representin for my real niggas out there |
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**** all you buster-ass niggas |
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Word |
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[ verse 1 ] |
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Saturday night in l.a., time to play |
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My peoples hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay |
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I'm packin two gats and i wish i could carry more |
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Might sound crazy, but i ran out of slugs before |
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Yeah, i know the feds watch me |
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But my vest clashes hard with the versace |
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So i'm just rollin in the black five hun' |
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I used to lowride, now it's just for fun |
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I had 5 cars, but now i got one |
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Hard to keep up ballin when you're on the run |
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I got two ki's in my trunk and a shovel |
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Stepped on the one, so now i gots double |
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The shovel's for drama, need i say more? |
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Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor |
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That's for the other strap, the automatic type |
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I gotta keep it close in case shit gets hype |
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Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three |
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I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free |
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Cause i got some other crimeys down, true gees |
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But they got all day, so now it's just me |
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And i'ma kick this slang until the day i die |
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I can't go straight, i won't even try |
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I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why |
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It's life in l.a. |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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Long beach and compton are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where the shit goes down |
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[ verse 2 ] |
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Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they loans on |
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So i hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on |
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He told me bout this nigga who won't pay |
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He also said he knew excactly where the mutha****a stay |
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So i went and got some homies i hang with |
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Some crazy mutha****as who i used to bang with |
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We took a trip to his crib |
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I snatched his hoe and his kids, and this is what we did |
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I tied they punk ass up |
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I cracked the safe with an axe, and then the phones we cut |
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I didn't hurt his wife |
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But i promised next time that i would take her life |
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I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body |
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Got a murder in miami for a shoot-out at a party |
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Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed |
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Had a partner tried to play me and his cap i peeled |
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Now i rest with my finger on my heater |
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Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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New york and philly are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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Frisco and oakland are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down |
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[ verse 3 ] |
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I use to sling enough water you could float a boat |
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You could ski on the mountains of ****in coke |
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But now most niggas serve chronic |
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So i let em check the bank, and then i'm all up on it |
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I serve em with a cute hoe |
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In a week they tell my bitches 'bout all they dough |
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Then i jack and i kill |
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The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills |
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I got 9'000 blacks that still serve crack |
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Got a bitch who works the plaza too on the track |
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Got a gta connection and i fence for jewels |
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Got some little kids that move my ****in dope in schools |
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Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states |
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Got a bigger body count than ****in norman bates |
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I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme |
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I'm livin out the hustler dream |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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Houston and atlanta are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where that shit goes down |
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[ verse 4 ] |
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Tonight i gotta meet this nigga from around the way |
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Some think he's cool, i think he's dea |
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He said he want it bad, he heard that i got it good |
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I bagged up ten ki's of flour and met him in the hood |
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I met him at my spot, cause i know it's cool |
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Pat him down on sight to remove his tool |
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I made him name 10 niggas he should know |
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But that still ain't shit in the game of blow |
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He asked to see the dope, i asked to see the cash |
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He reached for that briefcase too fast |
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A ****in pig, yo, he thought he had the chump |
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I had my nigga in the closet with a bull pump |
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And now there's ****in shot-up body all on the floor |
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But that's what the shovel's for... |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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Newark and miami are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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Detroit and chicago are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where that shit goes down |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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D.c. and cleveland are some down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where the shit goes down |
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I lowride and i sag and cuss |
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I cover my face with the rag and bust |
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I know all my niggas live in down-ass towns |
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But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down |
