[DJ Quik]
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One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce
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Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose
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Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis
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I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket
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(John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat
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Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street
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Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke
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He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs
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Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind
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He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign
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Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block
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Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock
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And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas
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I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger
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Looked up at the corner and who did I see?
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Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie
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Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter
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Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha
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I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it
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I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it
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Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff
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Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up
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The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school
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I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool
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Sun's goin' down and now it's night
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My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright
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We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally
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Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley
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We all jumped up and we started to stroll
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A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control
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The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's
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Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues
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We got up to the alley and everything was chill
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They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill
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Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs
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I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair
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Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts.
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Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up."
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Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10
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and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!"
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Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone
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Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo
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Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang
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No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag
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Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag
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But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags
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I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28
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"You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late."
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He went to the store and he got the zags
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He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash
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Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride
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Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide
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A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer
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I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear
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Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored
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Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store
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I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that?
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Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack?
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Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump,
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But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump"
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Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?"
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"I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze."
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But before we can jet and be on our way
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Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray
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Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights
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Waitin' -- until the time was right
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A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess?
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[gunshot] (Yeah) shot him in the chest
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The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far
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Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car
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[gunshots]
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Ha Ha
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Now that's how it's done and we do it good
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Just another day in my loked out hood
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Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped
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What's the name of my hood? [gunshots]
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(Ha ha haha)
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(Figure that shit out you fools)
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Laked Out Hood
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| DJ Quik |
