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Safe + Sound
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~Static~ "Quik you're not a gangster we're not" ~Static~
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Some beleive in love and some beleive in friends
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But niggaz like me beleive in making ends
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Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
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You know the moneys got you safe and sound
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Now i'm bout to take it back to 84,when I was 14
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Kickin back in the trees
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Westside if you please
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And 436 west spruce was the spot
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With me Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug, and Rock,
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Donzelly if ya with me than let that shit kick
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If your head aint spinning from dippin all them sticks
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Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
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Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy
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And you could'nt deny
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A hit from that buddah tye
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Going round and round the driveway
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Now it's coming my way
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And i'm zoned out at a young age
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And the whole spruce street was my stage
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Peep now back then I was in the 8th grade steady
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But niggaz my age was getting paid already
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Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
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They made they first million by the age of 22
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Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
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James from Piru street with them boulders
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Rest in peace little Noopy he did'nt have to brag
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Rollin to the 10 grade in a fint 0 rag
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Well Goddamn how can I be down?
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I ask my sister Jack for some help and she told me look around.
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Nigga they don't sell dope it sells itself
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While they kickback and just collect the wealth
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And now i'm thinking ain't nothing fly about these dirty ass khakis
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T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
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This could be a way to flip that little funky twenty dollars that I earned
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Right then is when I learned that
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(chorus)
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Some believe in Jesus
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some believe in Allah
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But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
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Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
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You know the money's still good to you
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Yes Yes
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Some believe in love and some believe in friends
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But niggaz like me believe in making ends
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Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
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You know the moneys got you safe and sound
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Peep I gets a dub on the 1st and 15th for a fact
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So instead of spending it up I gave my money to Jack
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Now she jump in the regal and said i'll be right back
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When she came in she put me down with a plastic sack
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I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit
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I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
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Sister Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda,
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Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders
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Checking a fat grip slanging rocks to tricks
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Donzelly dippin sticks went and bought um a 6
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And 500 block peach running thangs ya see
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Moving gallon after gallon and key after key
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I'm telling you I done seen it all
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From niggaz hitting the sherman and the passout on the wall
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From cluckers wanting a hit so bad they let there panies fall
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Teeth rotten hair gone,
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and whole checks get blown
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But then i'm still breaking these pebbles like bam bam
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Saved them, splitting rocks,
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to the um tic toc
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I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
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While my rocks is disappearing like the great Whodini
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I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equiptment
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And getting somthing new with each and every shipment
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Money gets made and money gets spent
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and how these jealous niggaz acting only makes it evident that
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(chorus)
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Some believe in Jesus
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some believe in Allah
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But niggaz like me believe im making dollars
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Cause even when yo niggaz wanna be untrue
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You know the money's still good to you
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Yes Yes
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Some believe in love and some believe in friends
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But niggaz like me believe in making ends
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Cause even when yo bitch wants to trick around
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You know the moneys got you safe and sound
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Check now in 1988 I moved away to L.A.
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My niggaz Playa Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay
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On my way up from bottom rock
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Bitches starting to jock
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Cause my hair is getting longer
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And games getting stronger
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To pull my on weight I went and got me a job
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But by then Ham and Gina really started to squab
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About weather I should go or stay
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She told him either he goes or you go we both was on our way
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So he moved and took me with him on 2001 Browning,
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