[DJ Quik]
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It's all I fucking here
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"Stay positive, stay humble, stay the way you are"
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Tsh, bitch, positive shmositive aint no muthafuckin money in being positive
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T'Fuck am I thinkin about?
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Shit...
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Yeah, just call me the evil stepson of the West Coast
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And I'm on one
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Mausberg, Suga Free, Black Tone
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Now if I broke my leg, tell me would I get carried? (Huh?)
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And would you still buy my records if I got married? (Would you?)
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Or would I make the shots even if I was hurried? (Can I?)
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And will I still be remembered even after I'm buried? (Would I?)
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They got me waking up in the mornin and getting loaded
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Got me worrying so hard sometimes I'm feeling like my brain bloated
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But I'm a break it down, fix it and re-roll it (Break that down)
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And let these haters know WE control it
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I'm in this for something so different that you couldn't imagine
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The style, the flyness and the beautiful hoes (Uh-huh)
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The pile, the highness and the pitiful lows (Okay)
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That keeps a muthafucka like me up on his toes
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No not quite; I want my props on the merit of the hands
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That I used to make these beats that bounce around ya Van
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I'm just a little grain of sand under my Dog
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The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard, hear me y'all
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It's alright to be in love with yourself
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But when she locked up on the pussy, nigga put her on the shelf (Lose her)
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Shake that cocaine clean yo system on up (Yeah)
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Shed that bullshit and come bounce like us (C'mon)
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We trying to have fun from Japan to Comp-tan
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Spendin twenty grand, smokin Bud-dhan and nigga you can
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But I never went back to something that burned out
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And I ain't never did a party I didn't turn out, nigga
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Yeah, I'm back and G'd up
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[Chorus: Will Hudspeth (DJ Quik)]
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Things that a ghetto-nigga used to do
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(I'm still doin, and I keep it G'd up)
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Places that a ghetto-nigga used to go
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(I'm still goin, but I got it G'd up)
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Thangs that ghetto-nigga used to see
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(I'm still seeing it, but I keeps it G'd up)
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Get yo shit right nigga!
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I got ten on it
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[DJ Quik]
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Yeah inflation's a bitch
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Just like these people tryin to get me to switch
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I aint no damn role model, I can't stop cursin bitch I'm grown
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I can say what the fuck I want, get on
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I'm a rebel, I gotta keep my shit on this level
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Until the day you pat my dirt with a shovel, Hello
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Because I'm real wit it, and y'all gotta deal wit it
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Put some money back in these ghettos and will quit it
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But till then you gotta make me understand
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Why it's so hard on a hustling class man
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Higher y'alls taxes all my life
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Why the fuck I gotta pay y'all just as much as a wife
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That's some bullshit, look the tool shed, grab some cool shit
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Go on in Will's shed with your homies
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don't be pouting, keep a cool head (Wait)
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How many different directions can you pull me in?
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And how many courts of the law can you sue me in?
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For sayin "Fuck y'all!"
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I'm back and G'd up
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[Chorus: Will Hudspeth (DJ Quik)]
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Things that a ghetto-nigga used to do
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(I'm still doin, but I keeps it G'd up)
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Places that a ghetto-nigga used to go
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(I'm still goin, but it gotta be G'd up)
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Thangs that ghetto-nigga used to see
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(I still see it, but still it's G'd up)
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You need to.. Get yo shit right nigga!
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[DJ Quik]
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Now I'm just tryin to do my best whether it's work, play or either
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And I ain't trying to be no preacher cus they ain't perfect neither
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Some of the coldest entertainers that y'all done seen yet
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With the skill to rock these niggas and keep these hoes wet
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But there's a method to the madness that we suffer from
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Making the hardest dudes tremble and even tougher run
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It's called the spirit and it's fly, and it's making me bigger
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Keeping me from stressing out and puttin hands on niggas
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Ain't religion for me unless it's all to the plus
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Whether in the front of the five-hundred to the back of the bus
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I'm tryin to keep these little YGs out the line of the fire
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Even if it means I'm a take the hit, leak and expire
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Now I see what Top was saying before he left his hole
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Devil's shine like glitter, my nigga, but keep your soul
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Don't give another nigga cont |