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Ain't no love in |
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Oakland, bitch |
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Niggas always talkin bout ' |
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I love you' |
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But ain't no love, bitch |
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Now it's a shame, |
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I can't be saved by |
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John the Pope |
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I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope |
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Cause in this town, it's goin on |
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And brothers doin that can't live too long |
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So what's my option, do it or not |
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Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught |
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Cause if I do, |
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I'm goin to jail |
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On a one-way ticket to a prison cell |
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So why commit the crime? |
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Don't ask me |
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Went to school everyday, and |
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I still can't read |
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I count money like a champ, now ask me |
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Why everyday does the task force jack me |
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The story's been told one million times |
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About a boy growin up to a life of crime |
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I heard it before, you heard it too |
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But now, homeboy, it's just me and you |
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You see, people try to call us filthy trash |
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Even though we live better and make mo' cash |
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Than they do, |
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I'm not a no-good thug |
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Standin on the corner sellin drugs |
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And just remember, this ain't multiple choice |
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Without a college degree you only got your voice |
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You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all |
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This ain't the |
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NBA, I ain't havin a ball |
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Every day is a trip, but |
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I ain't trippin |
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Watch my back and don't start slippin |
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Money won't talk, but it looks right back |
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Everytime |
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I dip into my stack |
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I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phones |
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Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma |
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It's alright, cause |
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I just help myself |
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You should know, cause |
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I can't do nothin else |
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And you better watch out for the day |
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When you lock me up and throw that key away |
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Cause I'll be back on parole |
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Ain't changed nothing, cause |
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I'm ready to roll |
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I go to school now, but just to front |
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Still servin dopefiends what they want |
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Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20 |
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And I just keep on makin money |
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I hope you don't think my story's amazin |
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I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him |
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So many blackmen die for drugs |
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I think back on the way life was |
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Before rock cocaine started runnin thangs |
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And drive-by shootings was a normal thang |
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Before brothers bought |
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Benzes, used to drive |
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Mustangs12 |
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Years later, and |
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I'm still in the game |
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All my life all |
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I wanted was a few hoes |
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If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto' |
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Ain't nothin but street life, fuck that school |
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All the squares up there ain't even cool |
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Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day |
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Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass bank |
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Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight |
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Muthafuckas wasn't learnin how to read and write |
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I'm just walkin down the street all alone |
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High as hell, my mind is gone |
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I'm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and |
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I'm brokeI know |
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I be a fiend if |
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I smoke that coke |
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But if I go back to school and get educated |
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Be a old-ass man before |
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I graduated |
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So what should |
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I do, I can't even cope |
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I guess I'll get a sack and start slingin dope |
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I went to my homie, said, "Give me the sack" |
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He disappeared quick, and he came right back |
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He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a weekYou fuck up my money, don't cop no pleadCause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort" |
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I knew right then |
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I couldn't sell that coke |
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When I was young, it was hard to tell |
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If I grow up and be rich as hell |
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See, I was cool |
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I knew all the shit |
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Big bank on my finger tips |
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But I never had a big bank, not back then |
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I kicked back and watched all my friends |
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Make big money, right in my face |
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And if you ever crossed them, they be on your case |
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You go under, six feet underground |
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You gets no love from the |
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OaktownI drive my top everyday like a movie star |
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Drive around all night in old towed up cars |
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And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you find in my trunk |
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Gotta live like this, cause |
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I ain't no punk |
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So break down the dank and roll up that shit |
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Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit |
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My fingers all sticky from the residue |
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Don't fuck with me, |
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I won't fuck with you |
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Cause life is only give and take |
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In the town where the strong control the fake |
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The wild wild west, that's the place |
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Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste |
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The California lifestyle that |
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I liveMack these hoes every chance |
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I getLike a drop |
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SL, three times black |
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I'm a pimp, a player and |
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I been known to mack |
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I'm a muthafucka, |
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I broke your heart |
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She gave it all to me, and |
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I tore it apart |
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Talked about love right to the end |
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But I broke your heart and, bitch, |
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I do it again |
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So young and tender, also fine |
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Tryin to get |
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Short Dog all the time |
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I take what |
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I want, you can keep the rest |
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You gets no love from |
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East Oakland, bitch |
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That's the place |
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I call home |
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Where the |
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Oakland City players roam |
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Game don't stop, listen to me |
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Everybody fuckin with the |
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O.P.DSlingin cocaine, knockin it off |
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Killed some nigga, and he never got caught |
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High-speed chases everyday |
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Can't make no money no other way |
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A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true |
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Cause you laid down, and she fucked you |
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Two days ago |
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I didn't know she existed |
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But now baby is just one of my bitches |
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I don't care what you say |
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Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay |
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You don't care what |
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I'm sayinPunk-ass square ain't got no game |
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Hoes love me, cause |
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I'm a player |
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They think maybe |
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I just might fuck em later |
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I keep mackin though, |
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I don't work for free |
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To be a true hoe you gotta pay me |
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I spend endless days and endless nights |
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Plottin this shit to keep my money right |
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I build stages in my mind, and it's all an act |
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All I'm tryin to do is keep my pockets fat |
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With this pimp game, and these funky beats |
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Now here's a little story from the |
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Oakland streets |
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You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was |
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JackAlways had the bitches on their backs |
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Jack told |
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Tania, "I love you so" |
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But Jack's a mack, he's got several hoes |
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One day she beeped him to say what's up |
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He didn't call back, cause she was only out to fuck |
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She beeped |
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Mike, cause she got mad |
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She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had |
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Mike called back, and he was on his way |
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He just got the pussy yesterday |
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You see, Mike ain't trippin on his girlfriend |
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Fine little bitch, |
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I think her name is |
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LynnMike paid the bills always in cash |
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And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass |
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It goes on y'all, so don't even trip |
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You gets no love from |
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East Oakland, bitch |
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Got sprung, even though it's not legal |
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A young black man livin like rich people |
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I got this game from a hard-ass place |
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It's on the map, right there in your face |
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I see my people, all filled with joy |
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Next day they're killin homeboys |
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Can't say shit if you sho' can't shoot |
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Cause muthafuckas will smoke them boots |
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You gets no love from |
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Oakland, bitch |
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You better try to make me rich |
