(feat. Goldie Loc & Bootsy Collins)
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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My goodness my gracious shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces
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Hand full of aces trumped up dump trunk white wall paces
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Drink til you drop motherfucker cop
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Old English 800 on the block
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Way before St. Ide's came to the spot
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Niggas used to hang out and do the pop lock
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And if we got into some shit we never pop shots
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We'd squab scrap whatever it was
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And live to talk about it and we get old cause
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And keep a pack of zig zags for that good old bud
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We do a house party what the fuck is a club
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And the ese's they sold most of the drugs
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La familia hell and [?]
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We get money yeah and we do low ride
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Represent it and talk nope no not I
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That's the code in every hood that you roam
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Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome
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O.G. the place that I call home
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Black Lac like that and it's sitting on chrome
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Plaque in back strap in Lac
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Antennas wake you up for a rat trying to set a new trap
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Swinging the track dripping curl juice on your back
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Breaking hearts like Roger and Zapp motherfucker
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[Bootsy Collins:]
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Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her
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Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer
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Pound for pound we were the baddest in town
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You just had to get up for the get down
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Some say we the next generation
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But we lack education
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[Goldie Loc:]
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[?] drinking mad dog 20/20
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Silver satin blue Kool Aid sagging in my Dickies
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I got my loccs on sailing through my neighborhood
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Catch you slipping on them bricks it ain't all good
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Front door kicker Glock spitter
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Black and gold flag across my face when I get you
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3 wheeler tipping turning up the Alpine
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[?] while I listen to the grapevine
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[?] blue Crips all by the front door
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East side rip riding gang banging all I know
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Heart break hotel hush puppy neck kicker
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I grew up on that crazy one five nigga
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If you locc from my block then hop something
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And I ain't talking bout no peel nigga block hunting
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Blue corduroys while I'm talking on my brick phone
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14 years old had to bring the shit home
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My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up
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Look at the block now nigga it's sewed up
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I ain't playing with you old grand pubas
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Peace out Rolando ran things with no [?]
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Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper
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Look down at my shoes blue strings nigga
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Goldie Loc will keep this motherfucker crack-a-lackin
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The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rapping
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[Bootsy Collins:]
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Some say we the next generation
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But we lack education
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Hanging with the crew of devastation
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Yeah but we one nation mama
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Tally-ho and away we go
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See you next week with a brand new show
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When you funk around here ain't nothing consensual
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You know I funk so hard you gonna need your parent's credential
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Now I'm in the street cause I lost my sheep
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But now I know where to find that
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Now how cool is cold when you're trying to compete
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Standing next to me son you better take a seat
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Can't none of you cut throats funk like me
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You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree
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Why oh why do I think like that
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If I am with the dog you must be a cat
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Now tally-ho and away we go
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See you next week with a brand new show
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I want the bomb I want that O.G. back
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There's a party going on in my head
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While I think about the blood that we shed
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Then party uh when the player play
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There's a party going on up in here
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Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her
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Hang out with your friends and smoking the reefer
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Pound for pound we were the baddest in town
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You just had to get up for the get down
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Some say we the next generation
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But we lack education
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Hanging with the crew of devastation
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Yeah but we one nation mama
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Hanging with the Snoopatronics bobba
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We Rest N Cali
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Snoop Dogg |