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Snoop (daz): |
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Yeah, what i'ma do right here is take my time, |
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And dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace, |
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And my niggas behind the wall. |
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See you when |
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I get there, you know what |
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I'm saying? (really doe) |
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So drip with me as |
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I go down memory lane. |
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Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener,(1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor). |
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I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up, |
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Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed. |
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But it's a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang). |
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I bring you the motherf**king .38,(just get the mc and the homie nate). |
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So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide, |
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As I take you on a trip nigga ride (east side). |
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Nate (daz): |
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Do you remember back on the east side? |
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Where all us niggas used to love to ride. |
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We didn't care what we did, |
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Time was nothing to us we were just kids. |
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Times are different now, but you still get stuck, |
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I'm not a kid no more, |
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I just don't give a f**k. |
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So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me, |
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Keep this in mind: |
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I'm a motherf**king o.g. |
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Snoop:Lets speed the clock up and pass some time, |
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June 17th, 1979. |
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That's my first time being arrested, |
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I know I did the crime, but |
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I ain't going to confess to this shit. |
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I learned than from the g's, |
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A g is an overseer, the overseer sees. |
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More than you do 'cause he gets experienced, |
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And besides |
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I'm just a juvenile delinquent. |
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So I was gone, and |
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I'm on my way home, |
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My momma's going to get me, and |
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I flee with (? ). |
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She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, |
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We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones. |
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She telling me that |
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I didn't need to do what |
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I done,She said: "playing football should be your only fun son". |
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I'm like "allright" so we enter the house, |
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Come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth. |
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I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch, |
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I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? " |
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They put me on punishment but that didn't work, |
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Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt. |
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And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides, |
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I do my first robbery and now |
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I gotta do time. |
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Nate:My homie told me one day he had a jack move, |
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He said: "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth". |
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I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools", |
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Next day we were draped in the county blues. |
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I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years), |
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Saying to myself "i'll never f**k with that nigga again".'fore |
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I'm locked down |
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I learned to be |
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What I am now and that's a motherf**king o.g. |
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Original gangsta |
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Daz:I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials, |
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Never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile. |
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You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g., |
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Beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers. |
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The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, |
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With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me. |
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Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me, |
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Because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more. |
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Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door, |
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To let you know we can't take no more. |
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Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends, |
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And let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost. |
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Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair, |
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And ask myself: "who the f**k should I really fear? ". |
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I ran around with the best killers, |
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Thug criminals and drug dealers. |
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Blasting niggas if they come near us,(? ) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could. |
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Knock on wood for good luck, |
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Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck. |
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Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack, |
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A grown child laying niggas the f**k down. |
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Nate (daz): |
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Original gangsta (original gangsta), |
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Coming from long beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me). |
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Coming from the east side... |
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You're f**king with the pound, oh nigga please, |
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C-o-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times] |
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Shout outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z, |
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Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g, |
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Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p, |
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Shout outs to my niggas c, style and me. |
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Snoop (nate): |
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Yeah, straight up, based on a true story. |
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You know what |
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I'm saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta) |
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You trick ass bitch! |