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Yo, yo, nappy headed snot nose |
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Lawn full of potholes |
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Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos |
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Was a skinny nigga so the people call me flaco |
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My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho |
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Every Sunday morning we would go to the mercado |
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Piece of (?) of soda and some fifty cent tacos |
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Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos |
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Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo |
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This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I |
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Held a nigga down from pre-school to junior high |
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Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die |
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Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry |
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Always told use my mind, the world is your canvas |
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Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic |
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Then back to the block with John in elastic |
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The way he lost his life in that car it was tragic |
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Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip |
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7 years later niggas still don't give a shit |
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Down to bend a knee thankin God that we here to live |
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Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich |
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Always knew the boy could spit, niggas call me Battlestar |
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Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar |
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Still the fastest in my P.E. class |
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One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash |
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There was once two brothers of the same breed |
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The same type, wore each other's Nikes |
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Tighter than tube socks, even dressed alike |
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Any drama throw the gloves on, let 'em fight |
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In the backyard, or the front lawn |
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Meet little Corey, and young Shawn |
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Before puberty hit, the two of 'em skipped- |
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School on the usual tip, polluted the strip |
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Corey's mom always left weed around the house |
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Corey called Shawn, next thing you know, he sneakin' out |
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To help him with his hustle, on his daily route |
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Until one day, they ran into a scuffle |
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With some young'n's from the other side |
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Corey didn't make it, Shawn survived |
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But his lost his best friend in the midst of bullets flying |
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Hard to even smile but he's tryin' |
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But... you know what they say... |
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Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows |
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That time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last; |
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You live and you learn (2x) |
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I already got that swisher rolled |
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Gangsta boogie to the liquor store |
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Puttin young Ach on shit, a kid who shouldn't know |
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(?) Waitress, kissin on your sisters nose |
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Meetin Martell at the mall, just to hook a ho |
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(?) on the box where my pops pushed the night |
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Cookin' white, sidekick was grits and sugared rice |
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Hooded nights at the cypher, round table no mic |
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Like, "you ain't know 'Get Like Me'?", no dice |
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Hide-and-seek with a fly freak, shy like a geek |
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Gettin' credit fora kiss on the cheek |
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You ain't beat |
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Gettin' beats from the motif |
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Pass on the Casio |
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Wanted that one and a mil', before Casio |
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Always had a savvy flow, back when it was cavi- |
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So Cali cause I roll in a Caddy |
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Said, "fully I be feelin' that hood, G" |
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Still hold cold since that one ho pushed me |
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Come on, how could he? |
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A rookie still buildin' up my memory stats |
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Black, my phone got stole, give me three years then hear me back |
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Brrrrrring, ch, ch |
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Chirping something something something |
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No, chill nigga, I'm working |
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Yo, pornos in the range-range |
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Hidden for the main vein |
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Took 'em from Pop's stash, then after made pot ash |
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Listening to King T |
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40's on empty |
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Memories of times before the 2000MP |
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Heart was never empty |
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Pockets super empty |
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Beggin' for change to fill his stomach on empty |
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Times were more more simply |
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Face was too pimply |
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But still hittin chicks - |
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Young, dumb, off of rum |
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No condom on some stupid shit |
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And love on some Cupid shit |
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Pure heart, fell in love with many of these stupid chicks |
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But that's how it go though |
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Homey snorting No-Doz |
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Car-hoppin' stealing everything, alarm would ring |
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Run before one time spotted us |
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Dumb shit we hold very deep inside the heart of us... |
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Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows |
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That time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last; |
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You live and you learn |