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World Class |
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Since Wreckin' Cru |
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Cause my resume say "Wreckin' Crews" |
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Cut all my records like the best to do it |
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Destined to |
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Dress for the music so I could step to it |
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Ya, no one does it better as I step to her |
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Lex Lugers through your smoke and mirrors I appear miraculous |
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Emotions clear, my devotion matters |
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I clap rappers like awards-show writers |
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Whats the doors of your Viper to the thoughts of a Christler |
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Opportunity knocks on the window of my Limo and offendin' |
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Trying to give advice how I could get on |
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Nigga, you couldn't picture the soundscapes I spit on |
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I'll do it for you |
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Aluminum foil for sitcoms |
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Have rap wrapped like Reynolds |
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For rentals and continentals |
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On Centinela posted like a Sentinel with seven yellers |
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Kiss Ladera on my way to work |
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Skip church |
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Twisted up the earth in a new shirt |
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[Hook] |
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Ya, Dre day |
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Dre day |
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Dre day |
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Uh, and did I mention chronic? |
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[Verse 2] |
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Was sick, went through Bubonics |
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If you through with knowledge |
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No comment |
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The Lakers beat the Supersonics |
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Straight Ebonics |
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If you want to call it alcoholic |
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Found my wallet |
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Next thing you know I'm found on Slauson |
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Talking all them prices down before I take a shot of Sunset |
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We couldn't crush, we wasn't one yet |
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If the ones wasn't huggin' my block, cuffin' my knots |
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I could pull out my charriot, stop and just ride |
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Uh, for all the bitches and the hoes and tricks |
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Ya, we brought it back so you don't forget |
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Dre day |
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Uh, Dre day |
