Intro:
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Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all
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the
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O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up
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niggaz, my
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nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit
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nigga that
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got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah
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Verse One:
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Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
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Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
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Went to tha park tah get the scoop
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Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop
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A car pulls up who can it be
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A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
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He rolled down his window and he started to say
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It's all about makin' that GTA
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Chorus:
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'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
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Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
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Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
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Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit
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(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
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Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
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Verse Two:
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Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
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He said my man JD is on free-base
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Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
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'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
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I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
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Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
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Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
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One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
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-Chorus-
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(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang,
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Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang)
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Verse Three:
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Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
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So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
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Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
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I pulled up in my '64 Impala
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They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
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And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
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Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
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Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
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I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
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Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
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She said something that I couldn't believe
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So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
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She started talkin' shit what did ya know
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Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
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Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
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So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out
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-Chorus-
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(And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
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And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
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And if a brotha talks shit I give him a)
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Verse Four:
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Now I'm rollin' hard now under control
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Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
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I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
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Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
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Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
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Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on tha side
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As they busted a U they got pulled over
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A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
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Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
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He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his Guess
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Now he is caught for doing tha crime
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For defense on tha boy he'll do some time
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-Chorus-
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(I'll smoke you like that, and won't give a fuck,
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I'll smoke you like that, and won't give a fuck,
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I'll smoke you like that, and won't give a fuck,
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I'll smoke you like that, and won't give a fuck)
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Verse Five:
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I went tah get them out but there was no bail
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My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
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Two days later in municiple court
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Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
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Instruct him out tha court said the judge
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On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
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Bailiff came over tah turn him in
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Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
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He yelled out fire then came Susie
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Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
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Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
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Both up state for attempted murder
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-Chorus-
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Boyz N The Hood (G-Mix)
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Eazy-E |