(Techniec)
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I been dyin to ride
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Been dyin to shine
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Dyin to rob
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Been dyin to rep this side
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Dyin to serve
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Dyin for cheese
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To raise up out the hood
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I been dyin to lead
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Just keep all yellin my name
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I been dyin to trip
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Dyin for a grip
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Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all
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Nigga been, dyin to ball
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Throw it all
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Tech been, brakin his neck
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I step in, wavin the tek
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For that check, I'ma lane inject
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The game is mine
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You niggas just ain't knowin it yet
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Several attempts I been, tryin to try
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Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood
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Like they dyin to dye
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Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high
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Dyin to win
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Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again
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That's why we ride, and that's a fact
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Can't spell the west without the E S
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Say your grace to that
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Chorus: Mack 10
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The hood is mine
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Homey get back
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The hood is mine
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Chips I stack
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The hood is mine
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Homey get back
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The hood is mine, the hood is mine
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(MC Eiht)
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Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese
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Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze
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You know the outcome, flips off the horn
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Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on
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Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill
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Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel
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I ain't knowin what a trick for doe
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If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4
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Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure
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Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float
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Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs
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Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug
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Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one
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Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run
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Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep
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Know if you test the west then your put to sleep
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Chorus + variation (add following lines to end 2X)
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Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up
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Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks
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(MC Eiht)
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Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf
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Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef
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Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese
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And the girls get down
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Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot
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Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop
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You know them niggas cause they down for the cards
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We steppin to the room with girls off walls
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(Techniec)
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Ya know this melitin mack
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Heat cocked still in your back
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Till we get to the back, walk casual
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I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do
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We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight
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Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date
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Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late
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Interfere with mine, make him a believer
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Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC'er
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Chorus w/ earlier variation
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The Hood is Mine
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MC Eiht |