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(Thes One) |
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Thes born in south America |
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Moved to South Bay, Run with crew from Mid-City |
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Thats were I stay, I'm from LA always have been |
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And always will be Capital, *La Sprall* the P stands out like Palm Trees |
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Next to Pine Trees blownin' in a Santa Ana breeze |
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My DJs got fame, underground Rick Dees |
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I am MC so bring fuckin 5 minutes |
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I Jam like the one ten in the 84' Olympics |
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Keep the rhyme moving like the unity location |
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Rap has been my vocation since before the Japanese on the radio station |
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Thats why they Fired Jay Thomas, I keep it fattin' like the llama yo I promise |
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Never stop never change like the price at Dodger Stadium |
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I blow up rock free shows at the palladium |
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Afterwards the crew i'm taking up to Tommy's Burgers |
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Gotta be for every Los Angelino Murder |
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A rhyme for every burgler, Thes a *well worder* |
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It comes together in a freeway like East LA merger |
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That means you'll get no pay but I erge ya |
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Keep ya eye on LA like *Ta Kennedy reword ya* |
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Heard of someone better? Send em'my way |
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He get done the LA Way..... the Driveby way..... |
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Thes One (Verse 2) |
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Every one in my town think they got flow |
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Thes serve more wack MCs than waitress at Roscoes |
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You know at the graveyard shift, gettin spliff |
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We can take it downtown like Figueroa and 5th |
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And after that I'm heading up to El Cholo for some dinner |
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Bustin' thru the inner city underground like the red line |
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Thinner than the line at Car wash in El Nino |
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Thats you son see no time in this lo-cal |
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Underground down talkin bout yo I'm keepin it real |
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I'm coming wit the Walkmen and tapes not sealed |
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Not a 22 |
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, 45 |
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but a 9' double 06 |
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*Put it on your letter to the veter make a snap, send in a letter* |
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Letter to Thes, LA legend like Fernando Valenzuela |
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Yes he aint never ran in a battle yes |
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But he be smokin' beedies watchin the sun set from sunset |
