(voice)
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Ha, ha
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What is an M.C.?
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If he can't rap
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What is a D.J.?
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If he can't scratch
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Don't worry about a thing cause my niggas goin' do it all just like that
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(hook)x3
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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Ahhh, bend over, bend over
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Indeed I am
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Flossy like gangsta shit
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I got pounds of weed and keys
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Sittin' on G's
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Catch a breeze
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When I ride by high
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Sittin' on Tonas
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Tearing up spots
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And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
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Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece
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bustin' rocks and glocks
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And gettin ghost from the Police,
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No peace
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So, he gets served with no concern
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To who gets burned and one day they'll learn
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not to be fuckin' with the nigga
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buckin' with the trigga
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Nothing you could figga
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Could help you escape
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>From this mind state
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That I create young nigga
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Yeah! and it's just like that
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(Snoop)x2
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L.B.C. out the moon and my speakers go
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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(Soopafly)
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Now I rock
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Some will talk
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It don't stop
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When that funk shit drops
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To make your shit go pop
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Now let that beat ride
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In your 'G ride
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We gettin' me right
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Hittin' with that Dogg Pound "C" life
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Now its I, with that stylish flow
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So niggas step back or heads get cracked
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And I won't let back
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who coming with that gangsta shit
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The shit that only gangsta's get gangsta with
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Now quick to bust your ass like the cop
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Waiting, debating for my ass to flip flop
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But I don't flop
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I just flip the script
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When I did and set trip
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Keep the clip close to my hip
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And don't say shit
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When I blast
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I done told your ass
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Slow the fuck on down
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Dogg Pound, Motherfucker
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(Snoop)x2
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Boom, and you know that
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D.P.G's out the moon and my speakers go
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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My rearview mirror's vibrating and my speakers go
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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(Hershey Loc?)
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>From the archives
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I arise off the Long Beach streets
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Will be comlete to the do is done to all that competes
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Don't be alarmed as I swarm through
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I warned you and your crew see wax
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So, what's that?
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A known fact
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Battle that the habitat our men is deadly
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You can get diluted
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Or depends on where your head be
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Striving for what your in for
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And for your info mo' flow
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Than the tightest nigga flowed in Ninety-four
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So, stand and deliver
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Watch nigga's shiver
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Quiver in they boots
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As I mob with my troops
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Through the east
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Where the phonies get deleted
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Be seated, and all the G's I know
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Stay heated
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(Tray Deee)
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See I was born to be known as a thug and theif
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So anyone with beef
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I gotta slug to sleep
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Peep, I'm not no nigga
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Figga' he can come up
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By getting a job so I mob
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not givin' a fuck
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I'm the drama
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mama warned all they kids about
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I mash up strapped
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Get my dibs n' out
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Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
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To keep me fat, seeking victims
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Pick 'em and then I stick them in track
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My heat black
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With the cereal number scratched out
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Don't wear a glass shield but
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You'll still be assed out
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I'm Mr. Tray Deee
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And since they say "G" as my title
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My method mainly homicidal
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(Snoop)x3
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Boom, Yeah, and you know that
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2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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My rearview mirror vibrating cause my speakers go
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Boom, Boom, Boom...Boom
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(Tupac)
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Ha, ha, ha
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Could it be
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My history living G like
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Enemies that wanna see me
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Would it be like
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Picture me practicing perfection
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Now hit the deck
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Playa haters gettin' chin checked
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When I hit the set
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Watch how they fall
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When I buck 'em all
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We Outlaw, Westside
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Playa, touch 'em all
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I buck them all
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Then remain ballin'
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Out the moon
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With my glock cocked
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Shot Calling
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Brothers fall then they crawl
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And they beg for they life
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Should of never tried to rush me
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Your dead here tonight
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This is Thug Life
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Go tell them Busta's
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Up at Bad Boy records
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That tricks got a big mouth
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Busta better check it
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I can see it plain as day
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This game I play wide open
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I pull the trigga
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Dead figga with his eyes open
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His pride broke
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And I tried smoking
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But, bailed out
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| Soon as they left me at the jail house |
