[Opening]
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[B-Real]
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I used to carry a glock
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On the waist line
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Man I don't waste time
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I'm strong on the bass line
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You'll never taste mine
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See me on the screen
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Fuckers beggin' for face time
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Get your own tape
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But don't bother to chase mine
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I got a block
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Man we havin' a great time
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You couldn't fill the shoes
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Anytime that I lace mine
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Light up the stage
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For the homies we make shine
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Sick the dogs on you
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Get more by the K-9
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Homies on the yard never walk in the main line
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The manes find that they can never be in the game
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I'm lettin' off rounds
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Hittin' blunts at the same time
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Pick a crew homie
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You a neon to save time
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Bitches like you always spittin' the same rhymes
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We put you all to shame
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You never went through the same grind
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Put you in the bind the minute you came by
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So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain
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[Chorus]
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You wanna step up get your ass touched
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You wanna rap son get your ass buff
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Try to test us
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You's gunna get smashed up
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You wanna run wit the dogs?
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Get your cash up
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Git it
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You gotta get your straps up
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Git it
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You gotta get your stash up
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Git it
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You gotta get amped up
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You wanna run wit the dogs?
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Get your cash up
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[Sen Dog]
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I'm right here on the block
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when it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
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Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down
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Me and my homies always holdin' the fort down
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Come up in our town and your pissin' a fourth now
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Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of jack
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2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strapped
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What ever happens
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I'm chin checkin' and wreckin' fools
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Try disrespecting me
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My Smith & Wesson is endin' you
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And I ain't changed since back in the day
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Get your shit split quick if you get in my face
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You wanna run wit' the dog
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Better stay in your place
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Cuss your little ass name don't hold no weight
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And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
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Get your asks denied down the road I take
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And let me tell you one more thing before I skate
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If you a fake or a snake
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Imma send you to your grave
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You wanna step up get your ass touched
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You wanna rap son get your ass buff
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Try to test us
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You's gunna get smashed up
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You wanna run wit the dogs?
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Get your cash up
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Git it
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You gotta get your straps up
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Git it
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You gotta get your stash up
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Git it
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You gotta get amped up
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You wanna run wit the dogs?
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Get your cash up
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[DJ Rippin' with B-Real finish]
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[Sen Dog]
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Im a First Staff OG from outta the gutter
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With a fucked up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
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Get played like some dicks who try to start ruckas
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Im a real gun busta so dont ever try to rush us
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Can't nobody touch us that dont leave on crutches
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Or worse
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Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered
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It's gunna be a cold summer
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As soon as the hilt drops
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ALL BULLSHIT WILL STOP
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[B-Real]
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A couple scums in the street
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We don't care what you bustas think
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It might sink in sometime
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But I won't blink
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We go against everything
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Smoke all the green
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Got the flow wrong
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Swing it aint nothing to me
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We put it down anywhere
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Like it's something to see
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So all you bitches goin rogue with your haters degree
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And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work
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Punks act up and you bound to get hurt
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You wanna step up get your ass touched
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You wanna rap son get your ass buff
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Try to test us
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You's gunna get smashed up
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You wanna run wit the dogs?
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Get your cash up
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Git it
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You gotta get your straps up
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Git it
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You gotta get your stash up
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Git it
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You gotta get amped up
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You wanna run wit the dogs?
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Get your cash up
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[Opening as ending]
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It Ain't Nothin'
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Cypress Hill |