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Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck! |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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It's a brand new day in the hood |
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It's money to make, and i'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good |
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It's all about the you know what everywhere that i roll |
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And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome |
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If it's on it's on, i put down my gangsta hand |
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Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance |
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See i can put down like this, and you don't know why |
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Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die |
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How they come up like i, would put my biz in the street |
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I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete |
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Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched |
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But it still ain't enough, so what can i plot next? |
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An armored truck'd be fine, as i come up from behind |
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Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time |
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Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back |
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Now my biz in the corner as i aband' the 'llac |
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Grab the satchel full of money brother star crib |
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I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit' |
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I caught the biggest dope sack, i got my hood sewed up |
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Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut |
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Ridin', slipin' and slidin' |
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Ran out a door my situation's back where i left |
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A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread |
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Don't get twisted for shit, see i be mashin on my own mission |
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Never dreamin or wishin the money that i'm missin |
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I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough |
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And since i'm doin bad i gotta jack for they dough |
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Called my partners in crime, kurupt, nate dogg, and style |
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True soldiers from the dogg pound, puttin it down |
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Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move) |
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Blast a couple of niggaz as i style with all the dough |
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Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ? |
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Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long |
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I wanna trip, then i didn't have no chip |
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And my pockets be short, and i started to trip |
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To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house |
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She was poppin with them sales i don't play that shit (bitch!) |
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And sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today |
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Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say |
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[kurupt] |
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Well i got me a plot on the westside on the town |
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With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down) |
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Now dogg pound gangstaz true indeed we see |
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The layout down, as we proceed |
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Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse |
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Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack |
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Takes place now we face to face and i'm in the mood |
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For a murder, so i'm all for the do low and you know |
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The chances, advances stages |
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Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady |
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To my lady, what i'ma do is mine for my loot |
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With the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two |
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When we arrive, i be the first nigga to dip |
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Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip |
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I gotta make my grip and i made my grip with the quickness |
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Niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch |
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Ridin', slipin' and slidin' |
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I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch |
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What's the function, what's the game |
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All abord, the cavi train |
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All you busters, riding round |
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You don't wanna, see the pound |
