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Geah |
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Some of that thug shit |
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Hoo-bangin' gangstas in the house |
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Representin' for the west |
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Compton one time |
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Check this out, uh |
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Geah |
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Hoo-bangin' in the house |
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We gon' do it like this |
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Compton in the house |
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For all the thug niggas out there |
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Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines |
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Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one... |
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Check me out |
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Somebody help me out the ghetto |
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Cause there's some things i just can't let go, uh |
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My mind takes a twirl |
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Lord, i try to cope with it, but i scream: fucks the world! |
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Young nigga with dreams of schemes for the cash |
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But then awaken to the sounds of late nite gun blasts |
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My moms told my ass: hit the floor! |
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Before the hot ones echo through the window |
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Damn, why the fuck it's - my block |
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Graffiti lookin' greedy and niggas who slangin' rock |
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Fo' sho', i wanna be like that, fuck mike |
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Unless mike was on the corner with a strap at night |
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Gettin harrassed by the cops cause he's tryin' to make some dough |
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So he can push up from a caddy and dumps the pinto |
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So everybody in the hood can cops the lleyo |
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And i can collects the cash flow |
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Chrous: |
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Life ain't nuthin' but money and hot nines |
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Crooked hoes, keepin hid from one-time |
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You got your strap uh, i got mine |
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Takin you back to the time of '89 |
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Pops sendin money in lines from out of state |
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But too late, i'm on the corner now way past eight |
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Better they be on the look out for dark head lights |
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Or get caught up in a twist of a long kiss goodnight |
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Love the days of gettin paid with the cavi i clock |
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When i roam the hard knocks are the court down block |
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Turnin tide, now you bitch niggas wanna trip |
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With a year-old cutlass and a bag full of grips |
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Still dips the hood, stay true is what they tell me |
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Fuck you bitch-ass niggas, know the nina never fail me |
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Lord, forgive me cause sometimes i can't deal |
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With the pressures from the hood where the mentality to kill |
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Protects me and my kids next, that's real |
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Jealous-ass bitches cause y'all gots no skrill |
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Time will reveal |
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I be damned if i let y'all niggas stop my next meal |
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Chorus... |
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Now i sits in late nite spots and clock chips |
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With a bag of chips eatin loaded up extra clips |
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Watch out for the knock at the do' |
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Throw your money through the mail and pick up the damn blow |
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Quickly now, don't let the po-po show |
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Or i'm hitted to the spot where the moon don't blow |
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Life's a bitch, life's not a dance |
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Life's too short for my ass to try to chance |
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Last place niggas get caught for the fuckin dollars |
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Have your ass on g.r. while i dip impalas |
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Blue-collar niggas sellin to white-collar fools |
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But i don't givin a fuck, y'all know cash rules |
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Pay ya dues, stay true to the street |
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Get your money, man, fo' sho' packs my heat |
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Told by the g'z that talk is cheap |
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But y'all know since the days i'm in too deep |
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C'mon |
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Chorus... |
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Hoo-bangin' in the house, c'mon |
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You know the fuck we regulate |
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For all the thug niggas out there |
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Thug niggas on the block |
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Compton to the fullest |
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Hoo-bangin' till i die, nigga |
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Check this out |
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Chorus... |
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Geah |
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Compton |
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Geah |
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Hoo-bangin' to the fullest |
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Geah |
