In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
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Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
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In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
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In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine
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[Kurupt]
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I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
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I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
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I'm launchin 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
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Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor
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In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
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High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside
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[Chorus]
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I think I'm good at the (?), C-Walkin cha cha cha
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To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)
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[Chorus]
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[Kurupt]
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Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off
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Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
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Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on (yeah!)
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Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome
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[Daz] (Kurupt)
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What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts
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The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
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Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's
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Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble
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Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky
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I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
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(The motherfuckin G's back up in this bitch)
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[Chorus] - 4X
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C-Walkin Cha Cha Cha
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Tha Dogg Pound |