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Moving down Rosecrans, bumping D-A-Z
Feeling like 1-9-9-3, only one to the 710
I'm in Long Beach, home of Dillinger
Dealing the gangsta shit, gangsta killa
You wankstas quit filling ya iPod up with classics
Ain't a nigga out could match them ad-libs
D-P-G-C General
Gin on my breath while Jennifer hold my genitals
Yeah it's like that cause I was taught that
Back when Dogg Food dropped in the Compton Swap Meet parking lot
Daddy V had three, sold one to my pops
We was popping out, the trunk in the Caddy was rocking out
Slap a nigga in the face with the 808s
Even made Pac salute, snares like a bear trap
They're unbearable too, bare witness
Hits like Barry Bonds, Daz the realest