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While these other cats are flashing their guns |
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I got my barrel down your throat, you're coming up shook |
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I brought that gang bang boogie, you must've mistook me |
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for a coward, I'll wet you with the tech nine shower |
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And man I gives a damn who the fuck you down with |
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Who part of town and shit, you get your crown split |
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fucking with the Likwit expansion assassins |
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Heard about them fo' older anthems, now speak on that |
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These fools got that home grown rap |
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I got da kron, talking bout the bomb, say what? |
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I got the hood rats shaking they tails to excel |
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cause Aftermath laced me with the shit that won't fail |
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I used to rock the module sitting in the county jail |
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now I'm fresh out balling on bail |
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These fools better check the credits, I'm hanging platinum on the walls |
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While your baby mama playing with my balls, yes y'all |
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I got the da kron, talking bout the bomb |
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Say what? I got the hood rats shaking they tails to excel |
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I got the da kron, talking bout the bomb |
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Say what? Cause Dr. Dre laced me with that shit that won't fail |
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Somebody let me out this cage, I feel like I'm about to burst |
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Snatching props and reps just like it was your mom's purse |
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First thing's first, I'm the King {where you from?} |
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The streets of Compton {what?}, a nigga stay down {right?} |
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Say what? I represent the khaki wearing, weed smoking |
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Gun toting, never broke niggas from L.A. to Oakland |
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Talking that shit will get you nowhere, cause I hear no, or fear no |
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Roll up and you be the last action hero |
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I'm from the land of the calm breeze, palm trees |
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Low riders rolling on roadies |
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Drop tops, crooked cops, carjacks |
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and earthquakes, chronic bud, yeah nigga all that |
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The place where Gs be hitting switches |
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And I'm down with a gang of niggas but I got a gang of bitches |
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Kids from birth born and bred to be hustlers |
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Sipping on the {?} to say I got it going on |
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Aftermath, I represent it to the fullest |
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Spitting at hoes like my tech nine be spitting bullets |
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passed ya, I blast at ya, faster |
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Somebody gassed ya now you lay before your pastor |
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These other clicks know they ain't fading us |
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cause even Treach said my niggas was the craziest |
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Remember before I told ya bring a gun |
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cause it ain't where you're at, it's where you're from fool |
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Y'all niggas don't know me, low key Riviera |
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Coming through your hood with the terror |
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I got it rocked up, I got it locked up, locked up |
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Fools in they trunk chopped up, nigga like "what?" |
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Posing, cause I know these niggas scoping |
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the Rolex full of ice frozen |
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I think around eighteen karat golden |
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Can't match what I'm holding, pockets stay swollen |
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Casinos in Reno to blow dough in |
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Niggas stay out our pimp business cause you hoes ain't knowing |
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about the years that I paid dues, hoes that I ran through |
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Niggas asking going platinum, I plan to |
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So kick back and let the King pull rank |
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No need to gas me up, I'm already on a full tank |
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So roll it up, light the bitch and inhale |
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Cause Dr. Dre laced me with that shit that won't fail |
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Yeah, for my niggas on the west side |
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Roll it up |