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Verse 1 |
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But I'm sayin kid |
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it's only right to represent where I'm from |
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East Coast bottom line, But I represent |
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wherever I go (what) |
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I'll be on the West Coast |
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we be gettin high with the fellas |
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who puff on the lie |
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for Lu-Lu,Sig, and Tai |
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everyday you know how we do (woo) |
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brothers tryin to wreck the crew |
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we be havin mad fun |
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Niggas known me from day one |
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lifestyles of the rich and shameless |
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Violat'in they were even nameless |
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Verse 2 |
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Yo Raff, ring the alarm |
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I know Spig's got my back |
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Freaky Tai spark the charm |
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give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu |
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As i bless the rest of my New York City Boo |
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as we continue to bring you the flav |
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represent'in L.B. |
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from the cradle to the grave |
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now hows that, one time for your mind |
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but when I write down the line |
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I give sight to the blind, I'm |
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Comin thru with the click |
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Whattcha gonna do when shit gets thick |
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gonna start your runnin and hidin |
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is you gonna start your slippin and slidin |
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man I thought you had this game in a snag |
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How do it feel with real niggas in your ass |
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Listen Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Tai |
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Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say |
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Chorus- |
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1 for the money |
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2 for the Lie |
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3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by |
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4 Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai |
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Music Makes Me High |
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1 for the money |
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2 for the Lie |
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3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by |
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4 my Fam Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai |
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Musi Makes Me High |
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Verse 3 |
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Mr. Sex hit me off |
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with this drug called a track |
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Plug me in give me a sign to react on |
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whoever, comes in my path |
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make'em feel the wrath (Yeah,Yeah) |
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Are there, any Volunteers |
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down to lose their careers |
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Yo we feels no fears |
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Legal drug thugs comin thru |
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that's the deal |
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Beyond 95 L.B. Fam keep it real |
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It's hard as cleats |
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walkin on the ****in strrets |
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Po-nine walks beats |
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and beats my wife Cheeks |
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So I gots to tally up and get it on |
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get it on, word is born, |
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shit is on, shit is on |
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I must represent for my fam |
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real niggas get rich and Bitch niggas scram |
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till the day that I die it's L.B. |
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from the year 95 and true 'G's |
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Chorus (2x) |
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Verse 4 |
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To all of my, all my niggas doin Bids |
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To all of my shorties on their own raisin Kids |
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To all of my peoples who can't see |
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that we made it |
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niggas know the deal |
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on the real this is rated |
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Hit it to the left |
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who's the first one to get it to your mind and |
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state of shock when I hit it |
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run up on niggas who be frontin and scamming |
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Hey Yo that's word to mine |
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Get that Guy's for my Fam |
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Nobody wants in and nobody wants out |
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Smokin Trees, gettin 'G's |
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that's what we's all about |
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try to put it on for the year 9 pound |
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I represent my town |
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show'em how I gets down |
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L-O-S-T to the B-O-Y-Z |
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Style flows on thru four families |
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I'm gonna stay free till the day that I die |
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Go with Pretty Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai (word up) |
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Chorus(2x) |
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Verse 5 (Over Female vocals) |
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Hey Yo, gettin high |
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New York is high |
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East Coast you get high |
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West Coast you get high |
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now my man named Sex he be high |
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Charles too he be high |
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to my man Big Tiz he be high |
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Niggas on the lockdown be high |
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(Freaky Tai) |
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With niggas like this |
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Sweatin up in the studio |
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So High, Mr. Mr. Cheeks is high |
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Four is high |
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L-O-S-T-B-O-Y-Z High |
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Niggas best even try |
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Gods Day, Die |
