[Slip Capone]
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Hawthorne to Longbeach, haha...
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Some of that Capone and Dat Nigga Daz shit
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Smackin y'all niggaz upside the head, beyotch
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Show y'all niggaz what it is..
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[Daz]
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Welcome to California where the gang stay
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Longbeach, Compton to Watts, Hawthorne and L.A.
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Outside we rip-ride, let the slugs fly
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I maintain just to bang with the gang till the day that I die
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Get crazy plus looney and insane, on yo' ass
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First just to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
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Cash; she in all them hardy-tardy no (?)
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They get some get back and get they whole wig peelt back
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Hangin out on the corner drinkin Sapp
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Little homies doin things from murders to jackin
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And they say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
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And I reply with, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
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Motorola TV's - 'Lacs on D's
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Make us niggaz feel good when us niggaz got cheese
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Young niggaz robbin niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
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Just to see where they hearts at
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Smokin weed and loots and hubs, roll around with beat in my truck
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Roll around with heat in the front, just to dump at two punks
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12 gauge sawed-off, thinkin my point across
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Cooperate nigga or get broke off
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Ask ya homies how we put it in work
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Now they here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
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Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg from the DPG
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Bringin drama to these niggaz, bringin drama to the streets
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[Chorus]
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Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
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..and move around with those gangstas
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Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
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..and move around with them gangstas, gangstas!
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[Slip Capone]
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In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the area ya goin to
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Ya might need to where a black khaki suit standin in grey and blue
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Ya never know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
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to getcha caught and leave ya shot and forgotten
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Remember back in the day, Lewsinger high
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Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool when ya high
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Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the glass
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Capone got there so fast, the motherfuckers crashed
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And I laugh when I think back on the days of my past
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My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like drinkin blaze
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in the Purple Haze -- finna get my smoke on
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Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my motherfuckin lotes on
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Getcha loc' on wit a nigga if ya wit a nigga
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Hit a nigga up in traffic, then go try and get a nigga
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Cause I'll split a nigga with millimeters from heaters
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Cop killers, case I gotta kill a cop I'ma need 'em to beat 'em
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[Daz] They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
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And I reply, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
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My situation got illy, Kurupt was out in Philly
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When I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
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Make a milli-on, when I drop to Leban-on
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Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay bomb
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it don't stay calm for long
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When a nigga livin in a warzone, then the war's on
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I'm a king on my throne, so put the crown on my dome
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And so it read 'Hawthorne: The city where I was born'
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Till the cows come home, in the southside of L.A.
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The City of Angels, but Hell surround us, all around us
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Makin it hot, I heat it up, slow my slow and speed it up
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Flip a rock and give a cut to the homies
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to get some new chucks to bang in
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Keep the rag hangin, Cutlass to slang in
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Got a whole gang of ends
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[Daz]
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Knick-knack patty-whack, give a G a strap
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If he a G put to work, if he a punk he pass it back
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[Slip]
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You want the AR-15, the glock 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
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Mini-machine, with the infrared beam, gangsta lean
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It's like a dream to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
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Rest in peace to Strak-Lo, keep calm
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Rest in peace to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in peace
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[Chorus]
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[Daz]
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Yeah, that's how we do it
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Slip Capone and Dat Nigga Daz
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Funky Fresh '99.. yeah haha...
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Movin' Around
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Daz Dillinger |