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(feat. The Dulow Gang) |
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[Chorus] |
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Ever since we came round in 84 alotta shit done came down |
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Alotta shit done changed now, lotta niggas game round |
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Lotta niggas hang now, lotta niggas bang now |
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You startin to get the fame now? |
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[Verse One] |
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I just want the change now but how this sposed to change now? |
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Been fuckin em up on the block but a deck ain't even some change now |
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So it ain't so strange now, they poppin at my Range now |
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I just want some grains out nigga check my strangs out |
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Metalbrook, Moonlight, Marcus where we hang out |
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Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out |
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I'm markin niggas banged out |
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Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin gang now |
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[Verse Two] |
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My niggas go the same route, we been peeped this game out |
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Hoodstas Rich Roll! I'm 4-7 Banged out |
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They loccin shit we ain't about the Locust Crip we came out |
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Crip talkin and walkin and my blue strings hang out |
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Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out |
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Niggas peep my strangs out so I pull my thangs out |
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(Nigga let me do my thang now) tell these fools the name now |
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Notorious Dulow mutha fuckin Gang, clown |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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[Verse Three] |
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Ever since these fag niggas came around the game been fucked and watered down |
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L-O-C-O when I'm platinum now, ya'll mutha fuckas gettin slaughtered now |
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You're platinum do I feel ya now, hell naw cuzz, nigga bout to kill ya now |
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Y'all niggas ain't never gon be shit, but the house on the West Coast is |
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Still the sound |
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Fuck that nigga get back feel my rounds |
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Hit bitch, hit licks here kiss the ground |
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When ya see a nigga killa bout to hit the ground |
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Ya mutha fuckas know how my spittin sounds |
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Get rich, get flipped nigga this is Crip, anybody test that get pistolwhipped |
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That's me and I'm still gonna down em |
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And set ya like fuck the world mutha fucka this is Crip |
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Get chips, get rich wit this nigga we come around nigga hit with this |
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Nigga so jealous he done went and slit his wrist |
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Cuz y'all niggas ain't doin shit wit this |
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See Bullet Loc and get even bitch, it might even be deceivin bitch |
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And bullshit we ain't beleivin bitch |
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When shit get thick y'all leave it quick |
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Get out the game you got the same sound |
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Still gettin beats from the same clown |
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Don't look now niggas puttin it down |
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You've been shakin in ya boots since we came around |
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Nigga let me do my thang now (Tell these fools the name now) |
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Notorious DuLow mutha fuckin Gang, clown |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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[Verse Four] |
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Now think about it logically and see how it's soundin odd to me |
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This niggas a fuckin poodle and I'm hearin he's talkin bout plot to me |
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Niggas talkin bout boxin me, better be talkin bout poppin me |
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Choppin me, glockin me, finally fuckin stoppin me |
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Now that's some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy |
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Meant to be so it's got to be, niggas hard well not to me |
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Heard how I rock a beat click click and pop my heat |
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Droppin G's, poppin keys 2001 still poppin peas |
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[Verse Five] |
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Nigga ain't no stoppin me so listen to my prophecy |
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Did time to pop em see in the penitentary |
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Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly |
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None niggas feelin me, none niggas killin me |
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We goin on a killin spree nigga check your history |
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Hoodstas ain't no mystery, never ball your fist at me |
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Bring supreme to twist wit me, niggas slit they wrist for me |
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This bitch blew a kiss at me now his ass is history |
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[Chorus 2x] |
