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It's been eighteen years since, I've seen you on the streets |
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You're up for parole heard the word this week |
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My cousin, Flip come at home damn it's been so long |
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Keep ya eyes on the prize, homie keep ya head strong |
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Seen in your packages, kite keep you straight |
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Deep in this caleseri, fat 'till it date |
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So we can chop it up, so we can spread the ice and |
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The ties of no g's is for sure, you know I like it |
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This is a D.P.G. dedication |
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Is for my homies on parole or probation |
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And you can catch the case homie on vacations |
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It's for the rainy or so you just bang |
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To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out |
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Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught |
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One love, East Side, that's how we do ride |
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D.P.G.C. we do or die |
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Oh yes we're fresh to death, nonetheless |
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When we was out, we was rockin', yes |
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But guess what? Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothin' |
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And every nigga in the click straight rollin' |
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I hope that we can be, be together real soon |
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I hope that we can be, be together real soon |
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(Real soon ) |
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Just a little bit of game ain't a damn thang |
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Let the heat around, bang, dogg pound gang swang |
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Why with me, let me show ya how D.P. do G.C. that |
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That's Kurupt, Nate, Snoop, the homies might flash |
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Kick, pack, send it 'bout five above and pass |
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All I wanna do is D.P.G. |
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And keep it like that and hit donuts in the streets |
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Bump it gettn' da high to the one two step |
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Make the whole spot stop, been hittn' the ball next |
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Me and Darren ridin' side by side |
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Nate and Snoop ridin' one in front from behind |
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To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out |
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Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught |
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One love, East Side, that's how we do ride |
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D.P.G.C. we do or die |
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Oh yes we're fresh to death, nonetheless |
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When we was out, we was rockin', yes |
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But guess what? Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothin' |
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And every nigga in the click straight rollin' |
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I hope that we can be, be together real soon |
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I hope that we can be, be together real soon |
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(Real soon ) |
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Out up on the streets tryn' come on up |
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Got caught sleepin' and got cut the hell up |
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Just tryn' to make some money hit my ride |
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Cheddar for my baby then live right |
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Got me a room and a couple of rocks |
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Raised on the street, yes, the school of hard knocks |
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Nigga better pay me, ready or not |
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Findin' dead bodies all on your block |
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Nigga gotta get paid and that's on the real |
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Broke,wanna smoke, then you know how I feel |
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I miss the real gangsta's and that's on the real |
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Got blacked up while chasing the squeal |
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To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out |
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Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught |
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One love, East Side, that's how we do ride |
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D.P.G.C, we do or die |
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Oh yes we're fresh to death, nonetheless |
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When we was out, we was rockin', yes |
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But guess what?, Now we rockin' Snoop Dogg clothin' |
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And every nigga in the click straight rollin' |
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I hope that we can be, be together real soon |
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I hope that we can be, be together real soon |
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(Real soon ) |
