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Midnight chillin' at a.m p.m. |
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Coolin' drinkin' apple juice |
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In evil's bm |
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The sound's up loud |
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To attract attention |
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Rmoraled tires |
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On a lowered suspension |
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Nardi to steer with |
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Alpine deck was glowin' |
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Bumpinn' big daddy |
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And the nigga was definitely flowin' |
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I was ridin' shotgun |
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Donald and hen in back |
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Look thru the tint recognized a jack |
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Two brothers strolled up |
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Talkin' bout get out |
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Donald d blazed |
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Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth |
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Why would they step |
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When they know we're strapped? |
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I never cruise l.a. |
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Without a gat in my lap |
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The other fool shot |
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Caut the e in the shoulder blade |
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I busted thru the ca door |
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That's where the nigga laid |
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Hen jumped out |
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Dropped two nines in his forehead |
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Evil was bleedin' bad |
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The car seats were turnin' red |
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Looked to my left |
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There were two more carloads |
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Niggas in hats and hoods |
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In an attack mode |
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And they hadn't yet begun to fight |
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E hit the gas |
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It was one past midnight! |
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We boned down vernon |
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Right on normandie |
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Left on florence |
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Gettin' thru the e.t.g.'s |
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Spun out on vermont |
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Made a left on colden |
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Right on hoover |
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E where we goin'? |
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He didn't even answer that |
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Checked the reaar view |
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They were still out back |
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Where were these brothers from? |
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What made these brothers come |
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Bang! our back window |
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Was removed by a shotgun |
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Now hen g was shot |
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Don caught a ricochet |
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These motherfuckers was ill |
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They didn't come to play |
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Bust a right turn, parked |
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And then we got left |
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Hid in the the bushes |
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Shot the gas tank to fake death |
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But would this really |
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Keep them psyched? |
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Three of us bleedin' |
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It was ten past midnight! |
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I really didn't like |
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How this shit was goin' down |
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Wrong night, wrong time |
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Wrong fuckin' part of town |
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Ya see we was deep |
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In the hoover's hood |
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Three niggas bleedin' |
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That shit don't look good! |
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See over there red don't go |
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Some places red's all they know |
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But not our luck |
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Tonight we was real fucked |
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Borke down an alley |
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And we instantly had to duck |
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Fuckin' police on a gang sweep |
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No time to deal with one time |
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So we had to creep |
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Broke thru a back yard |
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Ran thru a vacant lot |
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E, hen and don kept up |
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To be some niggas shot |
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Shit was gettin' craazy |
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So i had to get busy |
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Hen was bleedin' worse |
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And evil was gettin' dizzy |
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Looked in a parking lot |
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I needed a snatch bar |
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Had to hot wire |
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So i moved on an old car |
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It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do |
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Started it up |
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And scooped my whole crew |
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Two blocks later |
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We saw fuckin' blue lights |
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The pigs were behind us |
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It was half past midnight! |
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When they pulled us over |
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Shit got worse |
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I waited till they got out |
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And then i hit reverse |
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Fucked 'em up, i seen one cop fall |
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Threw it in gear, yo i'm outty yall |
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Don't know how |
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But somehow we got away |
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Lost the jackers, the cops |
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Dumped the g.t.a. |
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Made it back to the hood |
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Fixed the crew up |
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And even though evil's car blew up |
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We made it home and then i crashed out |
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Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout |
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Then somethin' woke me up |
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From my dark sleep |
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The sound of fuckin' police |
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When they're tryin' to creep |
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Broke thru my door |
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With no goddamn warning |
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Looked at my watch |
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It was six in the mornin'! |
