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A young hog in the hood playin' chase
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Smile on his face
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Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place
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And you don't wanna race
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Fool I got the new ones on
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And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home
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And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree
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And stick ball down where those bos be
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Mom's got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye
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Let's get it on all day everyday
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At night I pray
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Lord just let me make it
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And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it
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Never fake it
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My older brother taught me game
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And sometimes even let the young soldier hang
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As a loc
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My only duty was to soak
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And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks
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All friends I knew about it as a child
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I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?
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I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance
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The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants
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And my baby with me
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Her Momma used to babysit me
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And back then she was just plain old pretty
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But nowadays it seems that she done grown
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Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long
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Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down
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And maybe play housesitter with her like the Pound
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It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay
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The OG's put it down and make they pay
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Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids
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The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs
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And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper
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And everybody and their Momma done bought a beeper
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And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild
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You know the scene it's the ghetto smile
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At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown
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About time for the dog to get his own bone
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I left home got a condo out on Quailridge
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And like a king is how this young playa live
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Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll
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Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks
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Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved
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Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves
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I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit
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And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it
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And peep the game just as I did as a kid
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And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid
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And even though we fight we still remain game tight
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Handle business and always open for fogiveness
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It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile
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So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile
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