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It's all right |
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Reflections of the way life used to be |
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It's all right |
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Take it back to the |
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Afros and the naturals |
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Cape cutter picks, we slips into the back holes |
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O.G., my nigger, for real though |
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Straight up off that |
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East Side, top of the hill, y'all |
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I'm lookin' at the overview |
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Thinkin' 'bout '86, damn, |
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I was overdue |
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Walkin' in the hood, makin' mix tapes |
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Tryin' to walk up about the hood |
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While I'm chucking at the hood |
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Nigger, talk about the hood that |
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I came from |
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It raised me real crip crazy, what up, oopsy daisy |
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Demon or a heathen, schemin' while |
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I'm dreamin' |
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Screamin' to get even, seein' is believin' |
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And don't you forget that, get it to you, get back |
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Hit that kick back, three flies one away |
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Reminisce about the things that my grand mama use to say"Stay in your own lane, stay on your ownAnd quick trying to be grownDay turn to night and play turn to fight" |
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It's all right |
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Yeah, I guess my granny was right |
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Reflections of the way life used to be |
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It's all right |
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I like them girls from |
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Ladera Heights or the girls on |
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HillsI take a trip up the |
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World On Wheels and get in a fight |
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Make it back to my ride |
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Pop shots at some suckers disrespectin' the side |
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My big homie, my cuzzo, schoolyard bozo |
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Slid me away, just to get me away |
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I'm just a |
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Long Beach nigger outside of my hood |
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I'm bangin', ridin' but doin' it good |
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And when I get locked down there ain't hidin' and wonderin' |
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As soon as |
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I hit the |
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County, I'm up in 48 hundred |
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With the dealers, the killers, the realers, the beast |
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The best from the west and the beast from the east |
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Yeah, I'm acting a fool |
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I'm getting my degree from gladiator school |
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I chose this life 'cause |
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I knows this life |
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Sell a little crack and my flows is tight |
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I'm clear on my choice and what's cold is |
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I can still hear my grandma's voice |
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She say, "Day turn to night and play turn to fight" |
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It's all right |
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Shit, I guess my granny was right |
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Reflections of the way life used to be |
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It's all right |
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If you get caught then you don't walk, 'cause you don't talk |
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And these was the rules, squeeze on these fools |
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I came up in a different era, homie |
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Where the |
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G's is the |
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G's and the little wannabe's really want it |
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Wanna be like, 'cause the |
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C life make you wanna |
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G likeNow who you wanna be like? |
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That fool on the |
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TV screenOr the homie on the corner gettin' major cream? |
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In the Cadillac, beatin' like |
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BattlecatA nigger with money, don't know how to act |
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Smoke till your eyes get cataracts |
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All money nonsense, yeah, none of that |
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Quarter sack, run it back |
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Hold him back, lock him up, bag him up, front him that |
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If a trick, jump the track, do you want your money back? |
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Lil bitch was a bunny rat |
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Watch for the funny act' |
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Cause this gonna come |
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And my granny said it's no fun |
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She say, "Day turn to night and play turn to fight" |
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It's all right |
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Yeah, I guess my granny was right |
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Reflections of the way life used to be |
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It's all right |
