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Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' |
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Jockin the streets, clockin' the dough |
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Went to the park to get the scoop |
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Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops |
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A car pulls up, who can it be? |
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A fresh el camino rolled, kilo g |
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He rolls down his window and he started to say |
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It's all about makin that gta |
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Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard |
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You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card |
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Knowin nothin in life but to be legit |
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Don't quote me boy, cuz i ain't sayin shit |
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Donald B in the place to give me the pace |
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He said my man jb is on freebase |
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The boy jb was a friend of mine |
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Til i caught him in my car tryin to steal my alpine |
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Chased him up the street to call a truce |
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The silly cluck head pull out a deuce-deuce |
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Little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge |
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One sucker dead, LA times front page |
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Because the Boyz-N-The Hood are always hard |
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You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card |
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Knowing nothing in life, but to be legit |
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Don't quote me boy cuz I ain't said shit |
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Bored as hell and I wanna get ill |
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So i went to a place where my homeboys chill |
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The fellows out there, makin that dollar |
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I pulled up in my 6-4 impala |
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They greet me with a 40 and i started drinkin |
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And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin |
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Left to get my girl, to rock that body |
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Before i left i hit the bacardi |
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Went to her house to get her out of the pad |
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Dumb hoe says something, that made me mad |
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She said something that I couldn't believe |
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So i grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave |
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She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? |
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Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe |
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Her father jumped out and he started to shout |
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So i threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out |
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Instumental |
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I'm rollin hard, now under control |
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Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll |
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I looked at my car and i said, \"oh brother |
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I throw it in the gutter and go buy another\" |
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Walkin home, I see the G ride |
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Now ket is drivin kilo on the side |
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As they busted a u, they got pulled over |
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An undercover cop in a dark green nova |
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Ket got beaten for resistin arrest |
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He socked the pig in the head for rippin his guess |
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Now g is caught for doin the crime |
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Fork defence on the boy, he'll do some time |
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Instrumental |
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I went to get them out but there was no bail |
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The fellaz start to riot in the county jail |
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Two days later in municiple court |
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Kilo g on trial straight cold cut a fork |
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Distruption of a court, said the judge |
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On a six year sentence my man didn't budge |
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Bailer came over to turn him in |
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Kilo g looked up and gave a grin |
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He yelled out \"fire!\ |
