[ INTRO ]
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Gyeah
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We're on this smooth shit
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Takin you back to the old school (westside)
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Gyeah
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Hoo-Bangin in the house
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And right about now
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We got the real CPT G's up in here
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Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest
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Hoo-Bangin to the fullest
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Gyeah
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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I once heard don't forget
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Where you came from , son
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And if you're bailin thru Compton
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You better bring a gun
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Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas
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Just cause we some fuckin paid niggas
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Zags and crack that I used to sell
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To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail
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What 'll it be to they lost my loot
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So 5-O wants all a blue khaki suit
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Shoot if ya'll come down the block, static
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Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic
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Tragic is the scene that's left
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Bringin the pain like Meth(od Man)
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The yellow tape means death (boyaa)
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Steps the fuck off or meet your maker
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The Tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker
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Out for cash flow the way I was part of
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Keep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up
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Yeah
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[ CHORUS ]
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My life , my life , my life
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With the Tech 9 , come on
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I said my life , my life , my life
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Check it out
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I've been in the street game since '86
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With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix
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Screamin : fuck your clitch
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Bitch you best not trick
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Hoo-Bangin these full straps came with clips
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6 shots is all you get (ping , ping)
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You better put in work
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Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt
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My mission is the ride for the west
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And make cash and pick of enemies
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Tryin to trespass , for sho'
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I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt
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I light it's the fuckin gun THAT smoke (boom ,boom)
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Provoke any nigga that try to step
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Fools trip Imma show 'em
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Who's fast from the hip
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Clap you Once cause G's leave no
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Witnesses clap twice out the door
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Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep
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Still music to drive-by and I'm N2 deep
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Come on
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[ CHORUS ]
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My life , my life , my life
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With the Tech 9 , come on
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My life , my life , my life
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Fuck One-Time
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Gyeah
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I said my life , my life , my life
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In the CPT
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I said my life , my life , my life
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Hoo-Bangin gangstas
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Check it out
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce
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Real G's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah)
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Loose lips sink ships is what I was told
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While my bankroll fold
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I'm leavin your body cold
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Down the role-road since the B.G.
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The O.G.'s had me actin crazy
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Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny
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Young niggas strugglin best get your money
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Creep up in the late night
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Keep your grip tight lay low outta site
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And watch the porch light
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Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose
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And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin
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Ya'll catchin the blues
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I needs the money and the cola baby
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Don't make me react pulls out the strap
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And then clap Hoo-Bangin to the fullest
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In Compton is where we're dwellin
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In the WEST where we're yellin
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While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide)
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Come on
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[ CHORUS ]
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I said my life , my life , my life
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With the Tech 9
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And that's how we representin
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To the fullest
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With the real CPT G's
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To the I-N-G
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All the way up to South Central
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To all my Hoo-Bangin gangstas in the house
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Gyeah , that's how we're doin it
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To the WEST
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All day , we don't play
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Gyeah , come on
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I said my life , my life , my life
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With the Tech 9 , come on
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I said my life , my life , my life
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Fuck One-Time
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Gyeah
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My Life
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MC Eiht |