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One day I was chillin on Arambie and Spruce |
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Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose |
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Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis |
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I heard a horn blowin' looked up it was Jackie |
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Shawn was chillin' in the passenger seat |
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She up out the bucket started dancing in the street |
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Now Shawn was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke |
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She had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs |
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Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind |
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He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign |
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Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block |
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Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock |
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And now my posse's gettin' bigger, because of all these niggas |
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I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger |
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Looked up at the corner and who did I see? |
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Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie |
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Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter |
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Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha |
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I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it |
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I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it |
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Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff |
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Nookie started chokin' and now he's ****ed up |
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The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school |
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I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool |
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Sun's goin' down and now it's night |
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My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright |
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We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally |
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Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley |
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We all jumped up and we started to stroll |
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A young nigga like the Quik was takin' control |
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The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's |
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Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues |
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We got up to the alley and everything was chill |
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Ed was just makin' that dollar dollar bill |
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Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs |
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I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair |
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Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cups. |
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And get that Old 8 so we can get ****ed up." |
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Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10 |
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and said, "**** it! Super soca and gin!" |
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Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone |
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Ed upstairs straight gettin' his bed on |
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Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang |
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No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag |
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Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag |
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But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags |
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I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28 |
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"You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late." |
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He went to the store and he got the zags |
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He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash |
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Nigga came over; he was lookin for a ride |
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Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide |
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A smile came on my face when I gave him a beer |
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I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear |
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Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored |
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Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store |
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I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that? |
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Wayne said, "is anybody down to jack? |
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Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump, |
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But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump" |
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Now Mike said, "Dave which one do you choose?" |
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I told him I could take the .38 and you can have the Uzi |
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But before we can jet and be on our way |
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Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray |
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Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights |
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Waitin' -- until the time was right |
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A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess? |
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*gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest |
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The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far |
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Cause Mike had the Uzi and he aimed it for the car |
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*gunshots* |
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Ha Ha |
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Now that's how it's done and we do it good |
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Just another day in my loked out hood |
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Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped |
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What's the name of my hood? *gunshots* |
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(Ha ha haha) |
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(Figure that shit out you fools) |
