[Fingazz {Fingazz - slowed down}]
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"Next to the Pacific, to be specific"
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"Right next to the Pacific, to be specific"
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"Right next to the Pacific, to be specific"
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[Lil' Rob:] {"Right next to the Pacific, to be specific"}
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[Verse 1: Lil' Rob]
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Got static
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Like on my 45"s, handles static with .45's (Yeah)
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Chicano gangster life (That's right)
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I got three dots
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It took three shots to put three vatos in the place, I mean, their plots (Yeah)
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Thought they were bad motherfuckers
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I guess they're not (Fuck that)
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I'm up in this, and I'm a give it what I got
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And if I fail
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Dust it off and give it one more shot
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I'm in a laid out
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Chevy in the parking lot
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You dawgs don't bite
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But you sure do bark a lot (It's all you do)
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Yeah
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My Range is wide like my gangster wife (Yeah)
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And those are white
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Like my gangster nights
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Are fucking tight (That's right)
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I like the freaks that come out at night
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I'm from the west, you know, the left
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Where it feels so right
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[Pre-Chorus: Lil' Rob]
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I'm bringing it back
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And I'm a rep the west like this (And I won't quit, shit)
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I know they ain't expectin' this (I'll handle it)
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It couldn't be that homeboy, yes it is
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I'm bringing it back (That's right)
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I'm bringing it back (Simon)
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[Chorus:]
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[Both:] I'm bringing it back
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[Fingazz:] Bring back, bring back, the west, the west
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[Lil' Rob:] Bring it back now
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[Fingazz:] But, the west, just never left
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[Lil' Rob:] Never back down
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[Fingazz:] Bring back, bring back, the west, the west
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[Lil' Rob:]
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Homeboy
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I'm bringing it back (That's right)
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I'm bringing it back (Simon)
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[Verse 2: Lil' Rob {Fingazz in background}]
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They call me Lil' Rob, homie (Lil' Rob)
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But I'm doin' it big
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I'm fuckin' sick like a stylist, I'm splittin' your wig (Splitting your wig)
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Rhymes blow your brain back, I know it already did (Already did)
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If it hasn't, it's about to fuckin' flip your lids
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Still roll on thirteen inch Daytons with the two chron knock off (Uh hun)
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The bow tie
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Dayton stand, don't accept no knock offs (That's right)
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I take it out
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And go bust the shots off (Yeah)
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Vatos want some pedo
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Then I'm bustin' shots off
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Gone through crosswalks
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Vibrate the streets
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Like Fingazz
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Vibrates his teeth
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When he's working the talkbox {Yeah}
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We're getting sick with it
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They say, "That song is sick
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The beat is tight (That's right)
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And I love the way he's spittin'"
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[Pre-Chorus & Chorus]
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[Lil' Rob & Fingazz:]
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I'm bringing it back
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[Lil' Rob:]
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The west coast
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Right next to the Pacific Ocean
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The west side
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Yeah
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The left side
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[Hook: Lil' Rob {Lil' Rob - slowed down}]
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Right next, to the Pacific
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To, to be specific
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That, that's where we kick it
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Where, where we get wicked
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Flick, the switch and dip it
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Lift, it up and tip it
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Pack, the bomb and grip it
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Take, the mic and rip
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Right next, to the Pacific
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To, to be specific
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That, that's where we kick it
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Where, where we get wicked
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Flick, the switch and dip it
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Lift, it up and tip it
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{I come from the west coast, you know, San Diego, Los Angeles}
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[Pre-Chorus & Chorus]
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[Fingazz:]
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Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)
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But, the west, just never left (Hey)
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Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)
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Oooh, oooh, oooh, I'm bringing it back
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Bring It Back
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| Lil' Rob |
