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(feat. Big Rocc) |
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(ad-libs) |
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(Chorus: Big Rocc) |
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I can make you dance if you want me to |
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You bustas talking trash but ain't making no moves |
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We live that Long Beach life, so we don't give a fuck |
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So when you bustas ready we can crank this beat up |
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(Tray Deee) |
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Put your brownies in your back pocket grab your strap |
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We banging once again cause the West is back |
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It's the Long Beach finest, king of Eastsidaz |
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Hard as a rock and raw as vaginas |
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I brought Snoop back to these gangsta beats |
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Off the No Limit tank to the turf with heat |
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Search the streets, the whole city heard me speak |
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Got flowers every hour I conserve the D |
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Slang dope from the throat with these vocal quotes |
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Only loc roll these spokes blowing notes to folks |
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I ain't tripping, catch me hitting six tre switches |
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Or dipping in the coupe with a group full of women |
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Dogghouse banging, all out spraying |
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Strategic position of power and no delaying |
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Crip hop this not the average rap |
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Get you hyped up have that ass grabbing your strap |
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Like a G do, we who the bustas fear |
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Killa Cali, big daddies only come from here |
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As you lying, mega don living life to roll |
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With them hot girls with them pretty nails and toes |
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From Long Beach to Crenshaw, Promona to Compton |
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Dirty South, Midwest and why it's popping |
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Tony Touch only what I rap is the truth |
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So keep the beat bumping while I'm up in the booth |
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(Chorus) |
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(Tray Deee) |
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Tracy Davis, hard as a Raider, commitment to excellence |
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Never leave no evidence, most of us hesitant |
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I keep it cracking like cocaine |
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Stay doing the damn thang and let my nuts hang |
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Glenyard walking shit talking |
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V-12 stomping, grip riding non stopping |
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Make these marck niggas fear the led more often |
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Snatch niggas ice cause it's too much flossing |
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We up to the crack of dawn |
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Sipping on Sattin till the Sattin all gone |
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I smoke so much they call me Hickory D |
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And fuck so tough they call me Dick-Em-Down-D |
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I bring muscle game, cause these bustas got rained |
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Talk too much then a sucker got claimed |
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I pick the game lock, and keep the thang cocked |
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And shake a nigga brain like Biggie and Pac |
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Kadafia the Mafia and LBC |
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When I spit it homies listen to the profit in me |
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All black call that what the ladies respect |
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And those who disrespect done lost state to the left |
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What you thought, since you heard me rapping I'm soft |
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Last thang see the flame and the gat as it cough |
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Revelations in the making best to make your peace |
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Cause the soldiers don't control from the West to East |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(ad-libs) |
