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(Lil' Style)
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Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door)
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Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right)
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Dippin thru the alley I made my escape
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Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
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Man with no music but happy he's free
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Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
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I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand
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Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
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I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
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Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity
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But just livin in big city is a serious task
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Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask
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(Snoop Doggy Dogg)
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We're comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick
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How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
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Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
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Last night's dice game got my win on
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About a G and a half is what I come with
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but twenty five G's is what I left with
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*?Teatley?* was the word I heard
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I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
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Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas
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I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie
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Seven-four-four-tre back to back
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I sent two fools back to their lizzack
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(Kurupt)
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See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
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and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
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But I chill cos my ho might call
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Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall
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And I takes a quick walk up the block
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with my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop
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on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin
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That's where a nigga'll be slangin
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I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this ain't me
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so I put my chips together and cops a quarter ki
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And now the shops on deck
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and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half step
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Now I got ends
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and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
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But I could only trust a few
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and unawarely I trusted you
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But if only G
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(Snoop)
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It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go
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Devoted and quotin, back in '84
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I was thirteen, G was a year older
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but I still wadn't afraid to throw him from his shoulders
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Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation
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and yeah, King Park was the destination
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Every nigga that I knew was at the Park that night
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even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight
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(Lil' Style)
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Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
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cos I represent like every day
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Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot
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when I can tell you all the homies that done get shot
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From at least about five years ago
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when I was in junior high goin to Marshall
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The homey use to come up to the school and rock
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and leave and have the bitches flockin his jock
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Damn them was the days of the past
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but since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people's ass
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And everybody a blast
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and if you don't believe me nigga you can axe the homey Daz
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And that's your ass
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Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha)
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He didn't even run, he walked away (bust)
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cos I let it sit that day
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I wished I was there I would've clowned
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but that's why we axed your bitch ass from the Pound
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Cos he wouldn't even squad back
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Man we can't fuck with no niggas like that
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He'll get us all cracked
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If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap
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Now that's what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!)
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I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
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(Snoop)
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Some of these nigga
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Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg |
