[Verse 1: Mibbs]
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[Verse 1: Mibbs]
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It's the return to the city of the angels and demons
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Where the party's still popping while the neighbors is sleeping
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Police helicopters flying over our heads
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I don't know what happened but I hope that nobody's dead
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You know that shit don't stop so now it's back to the basics
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Living above the law, that's some classic LA shit
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And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit
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Been on a hiatus, now we back to our [group?]
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Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt
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Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc'
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Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks
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And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck
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I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement
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Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation
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Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation
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I tell him get with this pick up or she ??
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[Hook: Ty$]
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Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga
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She said you's a broke ass nigga
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And girls just wanna have fun
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Ride around, top down in the sun
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She want a nigga that can
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Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
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She need a nigga that can
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Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
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Yea, yea
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[Verse 2: Like]
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K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down
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She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now
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Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now
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And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds
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You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow
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I did though, don't act like you never fucked with no big ho
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We from that big coast where the 6 4a¢æ©÷s hop
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And where the guns might bust, and where there's none like us
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House parties cracking 'til the sun light's up
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Name another trio with a buzz like us
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Name another trio who can bust like us
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Who get love like us, but there's none I trust
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: BeYoung]
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Say rest in peace to the homie, [Chip Hurns?]
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Floss too much and you bound to get served
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Talk reckless and it's bound to get heard
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Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs
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Don't think it's just the birds
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Surfing and sunshine
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Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly
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Cutthroat, cut ties
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That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white
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Pack heats and
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Niggas after cash like it's always tax season
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Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage
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Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend
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Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it
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Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating
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Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin'
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Yea, that's the city that I'mma never leaving
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We get high
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[Hook]
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The Return
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