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[Kurupt talking]
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Y'all don't know nothin about this HEE-ARE
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Hahahahahahaha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
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Hehaha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh?
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With my niggas Crucial Conflict, huh?
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Chillin, huh? Bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that Hay
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*TOKE* Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
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[Warren G]
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Dollars make sense, it's all incorporated
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I'ma get it all, since a BG I done did it all, was in it all
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When I first thought I was in the wrong
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Couple tokes, alcohol
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Got everything I need, Hennessey and weed
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Since my arrival, based on this modern-day survival
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Evrything is technicality, everything based on reality
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So how do I get paid, all these licks nowadays
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They want me laid, dropped and plagued, AK mouth is sprayed
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It's like I'm blind, and I just can't see
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Warren G, I'ma holler at the homey Shorty B
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"Shorty B IT'S ME!", G Dove, I'm out to make a grip
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So call Crucial Conflict and let's make us some bomb shit
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[Wildstyle]
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Look at me on the M-I-C
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Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride
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With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
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Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be comin up
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The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
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High tech with much respect, with all that G's swarmin
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Like G-Funk in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
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Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no joke
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We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
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With the jigs up,
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freaks from the West to the east to the South where they chief
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Kurupt in the mind, Young Gotti down with the raw dog Flict
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I ain't no tricks, nigga Wildstyle, enemies get closed down
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We rock the shows, slammin do's, Cali to Chi-town
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[Coldhard]
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So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about what's goin on
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Have to get my loot up so I suit up
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looked in the mirror said to myself "It's gon' be gone"
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I'm sick of goin thru the things that I have to do do
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Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
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I hate to be the one that have to take it
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But you best believe I'd die to make it
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anywhere in the world I'm standin with my pockets naked
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Set it out set it out, that's what I'ma holler
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On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
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Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
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I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin C's
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Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to please
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Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze
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Chorus: Reel Tight
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Talin bout that money, dollar
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Gettin that money, gettin paid
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*repeat x3*
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[Never]
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? Rollin
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Cruise-controllin, the fo' and Daynes swell up
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Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm lavish
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Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created
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Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get swavy
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I think, maybe if I blink things will get back gravy
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But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately
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But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
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Westside of California, on these corners pimpin daily
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Retire out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
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Takin the sale G, trap me like the male be
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To the Westside I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me
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[Kilo]
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Don't kick it out, let's do this
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Comin out the do', we down to wall
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Gotta get in the business,
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tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to ball
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We can't just fold up,
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gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
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This only hustle is for brothers,
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feel to bring the business so slow up
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And we still up on a mini gold rush
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Ready to make the world go down
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Bound to get it cos I'm down wit it
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Now shitty the city, Conflict's causin critics to bite tongues
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Ain't the one, with the shotgun, showdown
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My town to your town on the rebound for them papers
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[Warren G]
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It's like brother brother brother how you make em get down?
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From the LBC to the Chi-town, Westside straight gettin down
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Hittin switches and we checkin all snitches
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Gettin all riches, and flossin in our pictures
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It's time for some ne |