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(Dr. Doom) |
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Yeah |
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Yo, yo |
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West Coast, nigga |
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Crip, nigga |
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Better check the zip code, nigga |
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9-0-8-0-5, for shoe yo, check the zip code |
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Yo, check the zip code, 9-0-8-0-5 |
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West side is my hood, fix yo' hood, nigga |
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What? What? What? What? |
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Black Knights, the moder-en day N.W.A. |
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Cali's finest gangster rap rhyme writers these streets ever raised |
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Renegades, bustin off guns, definately |
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If I gotta go out, you're comin with me, like 50/50 |
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Split decision, Doc. Doom, the rugged rhyme physician |
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Talk rude, bubble-goose, straight outta Hell's kitchen |
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Verbal hitman, Bobby Steels' ditch-diggin henchman |
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Monkey wrench men, I stay up in the war trenches |
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of L.A., put a hole through yo' eniche |
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Hey Mr. D.J., the Knights is here so let the beats play |
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We rhyme for eons, way beyond your small flow |
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You dynamite niggaz'll rhyme, our click is all pro |
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(Monk) |
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Divide the code of honor, kill or be killed at any time |
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Mathematically enclined, walk, talk with my mind |
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I pack metal, black gats, stainless steel swords for war |
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Black Knights attack, crash your coast, waves by shore |
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Young hitman, body ? until we master samurai style |
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Chop your neck, some niggaz funny style |
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Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle |
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I left my trademark, Ghost Dog after the gun bark |
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Here's a book to read, like weed'll leave your brain sparked |
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Plant seeds, caught three to seam, got dark |
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The final shootout, live by the code, die by the code |
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Empty on your half ass niggaz and then I reload |
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(Chorus: Dr. Doom) |
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Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods |
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Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs |
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Dent your mug, my niggaz ain't showin no love |
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(Crisis) |
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Give 'em a double dose of that shit to leave 'em comatosed |
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No jokes, we smoke for comin with the rumble coats |
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Hitman, bullets rippin through flesh, flesh |
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Supreme penetration, enter your back, exit your chest |
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One marinate, cardi-inch roast, trapped in your neck |
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In this war zone, seven get throne, six connect |
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Discipli' incest, scorpion sting, kiss of death |
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In this genevese, clappin enemies, clearin facilities |
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You want drama? We can draw blood, I do the honor |
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Street novelist, pure dominence, you know the motto bitch |
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Knights is nothin luckin in the game so fuck bluffin |
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Cause mass destruction, leave bodies floatin in the Hudson |
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For the CREAM I'm lustin, the better thing the cheddar brings |
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From the get-go, we have this shit sewed, so check the zip code |
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(9-0-8-0-5) where cats get flipped on majorly, fuck cagerly |
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Thug life style, so bust this mic down |
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We might joust, Black Knight style, so what's this life now? |
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(Yo) |
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(Chorus - 2X) |
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Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods |
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Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs |
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Dent your mug, my niggaz ain't showin no love |
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From North Long Beach nigga to the C, ya hood |
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(Outro: Dr. Doom) |
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West Coast |
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Black Knights |
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Check the zip code nigga, 9-0-8-0-5 |
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Yeah, yeah |
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It's real here nigga |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Black Knights, nigga |
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West Coast, nigga |
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East Coast, nigga |
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South Side, nigga |
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North Side, nigga |
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Let's ride, nigga |
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Yeah... |
