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(feat. Nate Dogg) |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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(Chico & Coolwadda) |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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(This from that Sudden Impact number 5) |
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(Wild in the motherfuckin' West comin' at ya real soon) |
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You make my high come all the way down |
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(That Chico & Coolwadda shit) |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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(For the homey DJ A.P.) |
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Hit the coast with a sudden impact |
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Royals in the eight-pack, zip in the zip-pack |
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Heat packed for the whole trip |
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Niggas don't emcee, they just say they do until I spit |
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Shit, get lifted with blunts, snap once |
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Pssh, limit the bounce like bad bungee jumps |
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Parallel on the hunt for the chips |
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Flash, make 'em walk with it pointed on ya hip |
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Fuck it though, that's me, who is you? |
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I'm down with Dirty Jerks and R.C. and A.P. |
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But who's you? (?) and (?) to the rest |
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Niggas seem to have a vendetta on the West |
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Serve ya Ghost Rider cause ya not versin' |
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The scouting report says hot person |
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So watch who you fuckin' with |
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You fuckin' up my high little bitch |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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You make my high come all the way down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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Gotta slang this cause I'm a carry out my due |
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Chico hood's the chipper, chip with chrome buster |
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Fucked for pickin' up the phone |
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Brothers used to smoke that blunt |
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But now they choke that blunt |
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Like a bonerback fuckin' bitches and hos(?) |
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See me in the breeze underneath the palm trees |
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Holla at you now please spit it from the throat |
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This Westside neighborhood I'm a low |
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Now A.P. if you ever need some get back |
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Call me, I'll make sure it get back |
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Catch a flight, pssh catch 'em in the night |
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Parallel double barrels, smoke it right |
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In fact the impact gon' be sudden |
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Five times bloke all through his buttons |
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Please believe said trip you'll receive |
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An exit out the universe on me |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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You make my high come all the way down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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My Bible wouldn't a been preached |
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I been the beast, I been the prey |
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Parallel park in here and get towed away |
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Stowed away in the back of the trunk where the tool be |
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Fools be actin' like I won't bust this uzi |
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Cool he proves me, over yonder |
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In that little white Honda Civic |
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They thought that street shit |
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Well then I can get delirious |
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Let me know here, pivot post |
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Them chipper niggas end up close |
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I bust the uzi, you can bust one |
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Must've brought your high to get you on one |
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Chico so you know I'm on one |
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And when they scatter and roll |
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Hop out the cut with the pump shotgun |
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Just in case I got to come on y'all like eight minutes |
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Ride for the chips parallel 'til we finish |
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Rearrange rap with the rare raw flow |
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Not feelin' y'all bringin' down my hydro |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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You make my high come all the way down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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Just hit the Eastside, fuckin' up the LBC |
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I don't associate with haters, my motherfuckin' gangstas be |
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Just hit the dope spot, just picked up some bomb-ass weed |
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Man I'll holla at you later, I'm about to hit these trees |
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As sure as my game is tight, just spotted a real dime piece |
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I thought my day could not be greater, that's about the time I peeped |
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There go Mister John-in-law all in my rear view |
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The next thing I heard was sirens, tell me what am I to do? |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
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You make my high come all the way down |
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Ooh you make my high come down |
