Yeah, I take y'all way back
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Seven years old,
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I'm lookin' up to the ganstas in the hood,
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'cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good,
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Even when we played cops and robbers on the block,
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nobody wanted to play the cop yeah,
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'cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch,
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and if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked!
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I was a curious child,
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I used to hang out by the bar room and study the gansta style
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The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act,
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the way they wore dat gansta hat,
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Tilted, brim layed flat out,
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now that's the type a shit I'm talkin' about yeah,
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Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other,
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leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker,
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With them ganster-ass nicknames,
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Gilley Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Dee, and Leo Lane,
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True muthafuckin' mack daddies,
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bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy,
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Wid a chrome plated .357
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ready to send a muthafucka on a stairway to heaven,
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I was fascinated, yeah
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I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it,
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But she still gave me love,
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'cause my momma understood,
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that it was in my blood,
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See it was a cycle,
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and in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about a Michael,
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'cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah
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Comin' up fast, clockin' cash
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Straight gansterism
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Yeah... Uh... On and On and On and On and On... Yeah... Uh
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Break it down
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Uh
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Like dat
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Like dat
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Yeah
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Now is '93
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I got a name fo' myself,
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Made a little wealth, played the cards I was dealt,
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didn't go fo' self, now I'm a G, huh
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and every muthafuckin' body know me,
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Niggas in the hood, all got love,
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'cause they saw me raise up from a muthafuckin scrub,
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And hoes that I know,
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from way back befo'
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they used to say no,
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all wanna go to the hotel,
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'cause they claim that they interested,
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and everybody talkin' about the shit that they wish they did,
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but I surpassed all that,
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they used to wanna know if I was down, now they don't ask all that,
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'cause they believin' what they seein'
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A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah
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Straight G
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Uh
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Yeah
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On and on and on
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Yeah
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Uh
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Like that
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Takin' 'em way back
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Sittin' back as a youngsta, peepin' at ma folks,
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Some were straight G's and some went out smoking dope,
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I had to cope wid it, be a man and stay strong,
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even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long,
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I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'
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Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe,
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Walkin' out the door wid a gallon of Jack,
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Sellin' straight cess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack,
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A matter fact, to this day,
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I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way,
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I got my hustle on, loc I ain't frontin'
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Jus' a young nigga in this world tryin' ta have somethin' yeah
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That's the environment I know,
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That's how I was raised and that's how I'm a go,
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I dunno will I ever be a cell mate but I do know I'm never goin' straight...
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Gansterism
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Yeah [toke] really doe [toke] 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe [toke]
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Down with the mutherfuckin' GB [toke]
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and y'all gonna hear the original big baby really doe [toke]
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and the mutherfuckin' 9 to the trey deuce!
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I know you heard that big baby [toke] yeah [toke]
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We got Seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from Oakland [toke] yeah
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We got Big Mike yeeahuh, Fattey Hattey yeeahuh
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We got Big Chief and 'lil Jay, really doe [toke]
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Say big baby, lookit Mike D [laugh laugh]
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you fuckin' bitch! [laugh laugh laugh] really doe
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Bill in the muthafuckin' house, yeah
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Nigga 'Face and Bill [toke] really doe [toke]
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they can't fade this soft shit doe [toke]
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Uh the they can't fade it doe
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I'm outta this beeyatch!
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Straight Gangstaism
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