[Chucky:]
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Hey yo...
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We flyin high speed
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Boss major league
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smokin on that great weed
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West Coast baby
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When we bubble it's like this...
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"bub bub bub bub bub bub bub bub"
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[DJ Quik:]
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Hey
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Shemar Moore said i'm doing the crip walk
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"crip walk?! aww you clowinin"
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i shoulda smeared off his lip gloss
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keep it Compton cause gangsta just ain't meanin a thing
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when yall can come comercialize it with R&B singing
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sucka i did speed knots
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dealt with these rocks
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hit with these glocks
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tell them niggas im not
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pimpin ya'll to the bone
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stuff in my dogg tags
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gangsta broom stick that im stuffin in yall fags
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cause everybody wanna be Pac
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but dont nobody wanna fill them shoes before they feel them shots
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and Mausberg is the Realist (forever)
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but all it took was a punk couple cowards bullets to close his book
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so fuck it
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FTPD thats what we yellin
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dump ten times with a nine and keep bailin
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what can yall do?
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What you already could?
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Beat me down, drag me up and drop me in a crip hood?
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I'm trouble
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[Chucky:]
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Young stars rollin
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trouble in beemers or benz
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slowly down the street
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I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy
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whats life without a dream?
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[Suga Free:]
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Now baby, name one thing I did where you'll find free
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Now you're right, you probably didnt have to mind that last muthafucka you was with
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but bitch you gonna mind me
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mayday mayday
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Suga Free up to the pullpit
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because everybody know that the whole congregation needs a lil bullshit
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"Where Rochelle?"
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I dont know man
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After she put her panties on she went in the house
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and i think this time she really went to go tell
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but daddy want it
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because he can pick his lazy ass up from a strip club, go home, lay down and she can squat down and potty on him
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and to these high fickle beats
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R. Kelly went from nothing to platinum to getting cum smelling little girls bicycle seats
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and i aint trying to get my dick soft
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but im a pimp, i'm from Pomona
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i got a prostitute that'll take that couple hundred you can go piss off
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"Hey little man, where Patti went?"
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Probably in there waitin on my momma to leave so she can go upstairs and suck my daddy's dick
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Now run on
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God gonna love you because He already made His mind up
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He gonna love you whether you want Him to love you or not
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so get up GO!
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[Chucky:]
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Young stars rollin
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trouble in beemers or benz
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slowly down the street
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I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy
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whats life without a dream?
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[DJ Quik:]
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Compton
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Dont make me blow up
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I'm seizing
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P the reason, you know
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cause pimpin'll have you seein me with a bad ass ho
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legendary my name
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secondary you came
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and you wont see me stop makin hits til i walk with a cane
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yep i'm still 5' 11"
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6 feet with shoes
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Compton
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OG nigga givin bitches the blues
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etched in stone
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making your bitch fetch the bone
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I'm callin the cops
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punk muthafuckas catch the phone
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the walkie talkie, the two-way and all of the above
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knifestick up they ass til we all see blood
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now hold up...
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i'm a cop too
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"what?"
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i'ma "cop" me a kilo of meth and try to have 'em tweekin like its '92
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with Monte Carlos
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smoking European blunts
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pop them E pills
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have that gold lace trippin round the whole place
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Whats a six pack?
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Sucka, cop the whole case
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And when them marks come nigga crack they whole face
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The way my glock cock keepin niggas full
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got it spittin like that pitcher from the KC Royals
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sock the PD
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haters RIP
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very sincerely yours,
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QUIK
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nigga peace
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[Chucky:]
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Young stars rollin
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trouble in beemers or benz
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slowly down the street
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I an I cherry hold a medi pon di green or mi fairy
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whats life without a dream?
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Trouble (Remix)
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| DJ Quik |
