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Growing up in my hood |
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It was really on like that |
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I had to put it down to had to do me a jab |
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To give me a sack |
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So I can come up |
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On the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up |
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I was, really puttin' it down like that |
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And dressed in all black straight down for the jab |
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I was a youngster, packing a 4-5 |
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Better known they looney ass eastside (right) |
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I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta |
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Never ever coulda be a pranksta |
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Pushing niggas in their face |
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Puttin' punk bitches in their place |
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Now feel the base |
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Give you a taste of this gangsta shit |
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I got the cavi tracks and my rims are on hit |
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And like some weed it will brush ya |
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Cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler |
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[Chorus x2] |
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You had to be a hustler |
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Cause if you was a buster |
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You know we wouldn't trust ya |
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You had to be a hustler |
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Cause if you was a buster |
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You know we wouldn't trust ya |
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[Verse 2] |
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Now the year is 1989 |
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I'm in the cavi spot and I'm doing fine |
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I got ritches, I got bitches |
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I got a caddy green 4 with 16 switches |
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On some triple gold was |
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Every single day straight swerving |
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Zippin' on a cold one |
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On my way to the weedspot |
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I got my glock in the stashpot |
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Cause the cops are kinda hot |
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And now I got me a sack |
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And now I'm heading back to the street |
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Where the fucking money at |
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It's the block where I slang |
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And all the G niggas hang |
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And the young niggas bang |
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Puttin' it down every single night |
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Getting there drunk showin' off try to fight |
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One and other but we still had love |
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And rest in peace to my niggas up above |
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Because uh |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3] |
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It's a cold thang when you got no game |
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See every smoker on the block know my name |
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I was a youngster with boulders for your shoulders |
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And still slanging cavi and ?muchoda? |
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And I got some niggas down with me |
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See every single day we sell a pound you see |
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Or that bomb ass dote mack |
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So come to my block and get a fat sack |
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We got that shit that I fuck you up |
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So don't take it to the head or you might get stuck |
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So grap a partner and spot the bomb |
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Cause it will have you like tweakie from dust to dawn |
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I tell the truth and I never lie |
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Cause I promise I smoke chronic till the day I die |
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And a new face on the block |
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We couldn't trust ya |
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Cause you might be a busta |
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[Chorus x4] |
