*featuring Twinz, Da Five Footaz
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[G-Child]
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Playaz, playettes, macks, trues, wannabes
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All you muthafuckaz, we gonna kick it like this,
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For the trues
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[Jah Skills]
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Yeah this crew was tight, went from planning dreams
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Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat,
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And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep,
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But me, I dont sleep
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So you know I catch you watchin
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While they comin with drama, I'm blockin and steady knockin
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The post is won out the box, it dont stop, hittin our areas and shakin up spots
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[Warren G]
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I'm bakin blocks in four wheel motion
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Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st Street!)
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Then I made a stop at the P-A-C's
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Wassup y'all? You seen Tripp L-O double C, now,
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I'm headin to the back where the homeys is posted,
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Niggaz on gat in case plat wanna get roasted
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But you know how that go, in the city of snakes, fakes, hmm and bitch brakes
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I shakes, back to the topic called heat,
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My beat, your treat, can't nobody fuck wit me,
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cuz I'm known from Cali to Rome,
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We brings heat, so now its on
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[Chorus 2x]
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Bring heat to the table and play your cards right
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My crew got heat we got game air tight
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[Knee-Hi]
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Through thick and thin, see we like kin
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And it wont stop no matter what happens,
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Man you not knowin, who's tops they be blowin
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I brings heat, independant and I will release,
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the ultraviolet, bangin beats for the pilot,
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Got the sky lit now who really wanna try it,
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its warm when we swarm, your area gonna get torn,
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and a job that work g funk in the purest form,
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for what its worth, I'm a let you know,
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I'm hyperactive for those who react too slow, all alone
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my fleets movin fast, hand in hand with the aftermath,
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my skills was built to last
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[Wayniac]
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Forever in a day, but some days we gotta trip,
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throwin lics for grits, steady stackin our chips,
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the money clips dont fit, now is it the way we dip on,
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these and those, mo Gs and hoes, I assumes on a mission, (on a mission)
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conditions ain't the same got the average nigga wishin, but still missin,
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the simple facts it ain't like that,
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turn the tables when the label dont react, its Wayniac
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Jah Skillz]
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Too much clout I'm havin so niggaz be grabbin at my wealth,
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at test a math, set them back on the shelf,
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they say we love your skills, I'm good for your health,,
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my lifeline droppin the dime on them like a stealth bomb,
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will calm a nigga down with my one round,
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suppose they act up, my back up's involved now,
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GFCs included, my crew is undisputed,
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heavyweight champs, known for blowin out yo amps
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[Trip Locc]
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I had patience but now I'm anxious,
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lurkin like a cat on the deal with my sack,
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I know somebody watchin the Locc,
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can't stop cuz it just start poppin please,
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I gots tah have it like Mickey D's,
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over 60 billion served rollin on the daily,
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can't tell me shit put it in and I won't notice,
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me and my niggaz nothin but that top notch,
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Long Beach postin up the road blocks,
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You can't go through, or around, you gotta turn back,
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I'm gettin turned back, ridahs and killaz that dont play that,
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known to bring it on when it pop, missions to clock,
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stages to rock, when I'm done lounge at the spot
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[Chorus repeats to fade]
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We Brings Heat
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Warren G |