<The announcer's voice from Playstation's NBA Live '97>
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"Welcome to Inglewood, California"
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Hey hey hey
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What you got to say
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Verse 1
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Fast bitches fast cars money and fame
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this rap shit is just like the '90's dope game
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Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked
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it was all about the 'hood and that Foe Hundred block
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A few scraps as a puppy dog
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you had to be down
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to roam that infamous neighborhood
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where niggas wore the crown
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It was on every morning from Manchester to Century
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BG's walkin' in packs to elementary
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afterschool some had 'hood patrol
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and watched deals on the corner
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while others had skills and hittin' drills in Pop Warner
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The unforgettable good old days how it used to be
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'foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G
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now the streets is nice but the police is thick
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'cause niggas sick and mo' murders
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committed than a horror flick
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but whatever happen rappin' or not
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it's the same for me
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it's still I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E.
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so...
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Chorus
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Hey hey heyy
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What you got to say
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Inglewooooood <Inglewood echoes>
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Inglewood Swangin' <Inglewood echoes>
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Verse 2
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The city's full of cheddar like a cheese pizza
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known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias
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The landmarks in the 'hood is legendary
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the fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library
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The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer
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so the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor
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had G's that put they life on the line and some died
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but thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide
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And as far as race go we probably even these days
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about 50% black and the rest is esays
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so we spin and we win up and down Market St.
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Bitch I'm a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet
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what I'm in right now probably ain't worth a hundred bucks
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a beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks
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That's a real nigga foe you that's me so don't knock it
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I got everything I need plus money in my pocket
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So...
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Chorus
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Bridge
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I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. (4X)
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Verse 3
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It seem like yesterday I was the average Y.G.
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and at the blink of a eye became a household MC
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From the land of sunshine gold D's and palm trees
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to Japanese screamin' for a nigga overseas
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But I gotta think about O.G's I got game from
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remain the same nigga and can't forget where I came from
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We all know money make the world go 'round
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so I give back to my town and put a few niggas down
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I keep my enemies close 'cause they salt shakers
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mad because I travel state to state
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and get paid like the Lakers
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Used to like the Magic man when I was a itty bitty
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but now Mack and Shaq can go half and buy the city
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So...
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Chorus
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Bridge
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Chorus
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Inglewood Swangin'
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| Mack 10 |
