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Woke up the other mornin', |
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I heard a rumor |
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They said the gang wars was over |
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I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell |
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Can't explain the way |
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I feltToo many years |
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I seen my brothers die |
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And I can't say that shit was really that fly |
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But I used to gangbang when |
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I was younger |
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So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin' under |
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I never thought |
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I lived to see us chill |
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Crips and |
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Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill |
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But I love it, |
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I can't help it |
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Too much death on the streets and we dealt it |
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Van Ness Boys, |
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The Hoovers, |
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The 60'sBounty |
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Hunters, 8- |
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Treys, all coolin' out, gee |
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I pray the shit'll never stop |
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You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop |
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But now the kids got a chance to live |
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And the O. |
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G.'s got something to give |
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That's love, black on black, that's how they made it |
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And if any busters flip, they get faded |
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L.A. is where |
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I'm speakin' of |
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Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz |
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I gotta lotta love |
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Gotta lotta love |
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I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers |
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Red or blue, black's the color |
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We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools |
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Show those muthafuckas the real tools |
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Check the enemy, it ain't the family |
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Not 1-11, try |
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L.A.P.D.They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman |
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There's gonna be drama, know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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And if we flip, let's all flip together' |
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Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather |
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And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side |
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You call 'em |
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S-A's, I call 'em allies |
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Because the day that we all unite |
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Watch the pigs get real polite |
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Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick |
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That we ain't takin' no more shit |
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L.A. is where |
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I'm speakin' of |
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Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz |
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I gotta lotta love |
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Crenshaw Boulevard, |
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Sunday afternoon |
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Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom |
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The girls are lookin' better |
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The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever |
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At Venice by the ocean |
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Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion |
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There's gangsters all around |
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Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown |
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I pray L.A. can stay this way |
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It's the first summer |
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I can really say |
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I felt cool, we all chilled |
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Went to the park and nobody got killed |
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Now if you got a problem, it's man on man |
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You don't need a gang to solve 'em |
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I seen the greatest thing |
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I seen in my life |
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Two brothers in a straight up fist fight |
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Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in |
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Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in |
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L.A. is where |
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I'm speakin' of |
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Peace to my city 'cuz |
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I gotta lotta love |
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Got a lotta love |
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G A T E S, |
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I hope you wear a vest |
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Even after you're out the fuckin' office' |
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Cuz we're on a totally different tip |
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Fuck that pig brutality shit |
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This unity is gettin' to me |
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Every brother on the street is my homie |
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I'm rollin' through a hood that |
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I never been |
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And every brother steps to me as a friend |
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I love it, |
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I love itAnd nothin' in my life will ever be above it |
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We wanna see our kids all grown up |
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We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up |
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L.A. is a great place |
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Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace |
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But gangbanging was killin' it quick |
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Another child got hit, bullshit |
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Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend |
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We was goin' off to deep end |
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But now we got a chance, my friend |
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To mend, and make the colors blend |
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Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit |
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And squash all the static |
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Last year |
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I lost about five homies |
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This shit is real to me |
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L.A. is where |
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I'm speakin' of |
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Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz |
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I gotta lotta love |
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Gotta lotta love |
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Yo, this is goin' out to all the gangbangers |
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All over South |
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Central, Watts, |
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InglewoodAll over |
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L.A., basically |
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East L.A.You know |
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I'm sayin'? |
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It's basically goin' down |
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Peace to all the |
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Crips and the |
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BloodsVan |
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Ness Boys, |
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Hoovers, Rollin 60's, 83's, |
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Bounty Hunters |
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Yeah and the |
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JungleThis is goin' out to all the brothers over there in |
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WattsYou know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Throwin' it up |
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Grape Street, |
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Nutty Blocc, |
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Front Hood |
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And all them niggas out there in |
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ComptonRollin 30s, |
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Harlem, ah yeah |
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Pueblos, Nickerson |
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G's, Peace |
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Inglewood |
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Family, 18th |
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StreetSouth |
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Loc and all the |
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S-A homeboys |
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All the different sets, every set, |
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Crip, Blood |
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What doesn't matter to me 'cuz |
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I gotta lotta love |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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Hope the truce never ends |
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You know I'm sayin'? |
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We can do this |