*featuring Kokane
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[Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}]
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Oh.......Chassa-dee
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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From the LBC
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Chassa-dee
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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La da da da da da da
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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From the LB....LB
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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[Tray Deee]
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What up cuz? You know aint nothin different on mines
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When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes
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It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk
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I'm blowin niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough
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The last thought you rappin niggaz should think
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Is you can never get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat
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On the streets over beef you dont compete with uno - you know
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The general a criminal do low
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Admit cuz I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
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Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin
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By my presence I'm a answer to society's hate
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A true rider with the mind - I pushed him outta his way
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Fools petty and they ready steady comin with bullshit
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A full clip with jewell will hit like a mule kick
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A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast
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Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash
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[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
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Now is the time
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This is the place
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To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace
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West is the coast, east is the side
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Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
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Money brings power, power brings respect
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Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the tech
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This is how it goes and thats how it's done
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Eastside 2-1 in the land of the fun
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[Tray Deee]
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Niggaz how ya figure that the game gon' wait
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I came home straight from the pen to take your place
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Aint no chase this paper comin soon as I post up
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And watch the victom's clock and catch him choppin his dough up
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Fuck the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up
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Take the whole cut and he be sure negotiative
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I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods alike
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Thug for life - come and catch the slug tonight
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Insane mental frame feel no shame or pitty
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Since the game is shitty I gotsta bang the city
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Trippin gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat
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Grab strap jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep
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This is the beach now any nigga got a rebuttal
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Kobe eatin what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle
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Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it
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You want it? Then all invitations open
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[Chorus]
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[Tray Deee]
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I take seven old B's put 'em in the street
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Then thats seven more busta's who claim they got heat
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And then it takes seven more C's before I start to reach
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Then thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets
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Tray Deee never do it easy fool so dont expect it
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Niggas get checked and they sets disrespected
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No question I'm all you ever thought that you was
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Till you ran across the boss and now you coughin up blood
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Shoot first fools curse before they kick up dust
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Clip gon' bust then they gonna have to pick loc up
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All they talkin cause I'm chalkin whole districts off
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Since this loss a purple nigga's piss me off
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Conflict with my clique get your bitch ass touched
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All my comrads bomb back it's as sick as fuck
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2-1 till I'm done never run from the turf
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Check the badge boy we mash on run get it even worse
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[Chorus]
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[Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}]
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[Kokane mumbling until the end]
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
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Now Is The Time
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| Snoop Dogg |
