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As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low |
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Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims |
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Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side |
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Smokin chronic just let me ride |
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You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker |
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Throw it up for the king of L.A |
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I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off |
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Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft |
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I'm hard as a motherfuckin ounce of raw |
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Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball |
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Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must |
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Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust |
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Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer |
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Cocaine been around for centuries |
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Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the public enemy |
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Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy |
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I got the remedy |
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Aftermath got the remedy |
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Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) |
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'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked |
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I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me |
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I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy |
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And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked |
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(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black |
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Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin |
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Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners |
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Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row |
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Get ready for the Aftermath |
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I run through the city like Godzilla |
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Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killa |
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Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy |
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There go another victim of a one-eight-seven |
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Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand |
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Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go... blam |
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So kick back and watch the bitches dance |
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N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands |
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I got the remedy |
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Aftermath got the remedy |
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Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) |
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'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked |
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I'm back by popular demand and so |
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All black interior on the cherry red six-fo' |
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Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up |
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Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up |
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The West Coast still dippin |
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Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin |
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So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana |
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Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke |
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They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke |
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Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes |
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Three wheelin through the neighborhood |
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System on blast, as the motherfuckin one-time pass |
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The key to drivebys is aim steady |
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Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin confetti |
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When you cross that enemy line |
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Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised |
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