(featuring Bigg Rocc & John Doe)
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[Intro: MC Ren Talking]
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oooh baby, yeah
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ooooh baby, it's goin' down
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oooooh baby, puff your blunts
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fuck your bitch, drink your drank, I'm ready
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oooooh baby, oooooh baby, oooooh baby
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[Verse 1: MC Ren]
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we was some young niggaz seen the ballers do it
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I said fuck that, it's time for 'Ren to do it
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so me and my nigga Chip Dirty
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stayed out for everynight till like two: thirty
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servin clocks, mothafuckin' young niggas
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roll in them trucks with laces
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bitches with the fine-Ass-Faces
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I said I gotta be down, a teenage black mothafucker from the Compton
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got thirty bucks and I double it up
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see them cluckheads I'm yellin' what the fuck up
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we got planty chips, get his bitch a fuckin' twenty
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we're gettin' rich better tell this bitch
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we fucked the police
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pioneers hustling, pay bang crease
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peace to my nigga Train, Rest In Peace
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you nigga outdoin' it big, wish you was here
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puffin' on this blunt nigga sippin' some Beer
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still Compton nigga, you was my dogg we went to school together
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then we two and forever
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this little young niggaz don't know, this shit is personal
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loosin' nigga that you know, you about to go through it
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this shit I have you gone, then pray to your God
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I have your ass in the corner cursin' your Gat
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keep your head up, homey just remember the Villain
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smoke weed, get your money nigga, fuck and be chillin...
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[Chorus]
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Old times, there was no better day
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just keepin' it real
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Old times, there was no better way
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that's just how I feel
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[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
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you know how we do it
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never gangsters around here
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been bangin' that Compton shit for twenty years "uhh"
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I had niggaz died, some with twenty five
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some smoke dive in the hood tryin' to survive
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in the ghetto
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but shit be hard for the overage "yeah"
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niggaz gotta have a job and a sack to have it
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take any chance, cause you only'll get one
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so you make what you can
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you suppose to be a man and run shit
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shut niggaz down when they turn bitch, or turn snitch
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bury mothafuckers quick, this is the life I live
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the rider nigga chose
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forgive for my sin in this world so cold
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so step the fuck back while I lay this fat track
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I'm origin-al like that DJ Scratch
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I blast the weak up off the Bout "Uhh"
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Bigg Rocc, John Doe, nigga like that, Old Times........
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: John Doe]
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Lodi dodi, we like to party
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We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
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it's, just John Doe up on the Mic
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And when we rock up on the Mic too late it's a gun fight
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now you can call it ignite
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but we continue, to find somethin' else to get into
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Like some pussy, or infact "a bum rush"
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A bum rush, but we call that rat pack
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Gangster Gangster that's what we yellin'
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how we made it new Compton no tellin'
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sold crack out my house, yeah puffs was on it "uha"
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Rest In Peace to my mamms, kept the nigga up on it
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she know what I was doin, still had my back
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she even lied on standin to keep a nigga in jack
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you point a finger at me, you need to check yourself "uha"
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we had nothin' in the fridge, fool I had to live.........
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[Chorus] - 3X
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Old Times
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MC Ren |