[ VERSE 1 ]
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Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor
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They said the gang wars was over
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I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell
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Can't explain the way I felt
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Too many years I seen my brothers die
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And I can't say that shit was really that fly
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But I used to gangbang when I was younger
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So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under
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I never thought I lived to see us chill
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Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill
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But I love it, I can't help it
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Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
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Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
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Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
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I pray the shit'll never stop
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You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop
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But now the kids got a chance to live
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And the O.G.'s got something to give
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That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
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And if any busters flip, they get faded
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L.A. is where I'm speakin of
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Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers
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Red or blue, black's the color
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We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools
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Show those muthafuckas the real tools
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Check the enemy, it ain't the family
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Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D.
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They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman
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There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin?
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And if we flip, let's all flip together
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Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather
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And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side
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You call em S-A's, I call em allies
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Because the day that we all unite
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Watch the pigs get real polite
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Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick
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That we ain't takin no more shit
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L.A. is where I'm speakin of
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Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
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Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom
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The girls are lookin better
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The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever
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At Venice by the ocean
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Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
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There's gangsters all around
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Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
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I pray L.A. can stay this way
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It's the first summer I can really say
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I felt cool, we all chilled
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Went to the park, and nobody got killed
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Now if you got a problem, it's man on man
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You don't need a gang to solve em
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I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life
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Two brothers in a straight up fist fight
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Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in
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Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in
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L.A. is where I'm speakin of
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Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love
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[ VERSE 4 ]
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G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest
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Even after you're out the fuckin office
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Cause we're on a totally different tip
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Fuck that pig brutality shit
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This unity is gettin to me
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Every brother on the street is my homie
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I'm rollin through a hood that I never been
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And every brother steps to me as a friend
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I love it, I love it
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And nothin in my life will ever be above it
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We wanna see our kids all grown up
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We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up
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L.A. is a great place
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Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace
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But gangbanging was killin it quick
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Another child got hit - bullshit
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Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend
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We was goin off to deep end
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But now we got a chance, my friend
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To mend, and make the colors blend
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Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit
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And squash all the static
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Last year I lost about five homies
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This shit is real to me
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L.A. is where I'm speakin of
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Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
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Yo
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This is goin out to all the gangbangers
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All over South Central
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Watts
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Inglewood
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All over L.A., basically
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East L.A.
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Youknowmsayin?
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It's basically goin down
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Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
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Van Ness Boys
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Hoovers
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Rollin 60s
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83's
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Bounty Hunters
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Yeah
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And the Jungle
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This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
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You know what I'm sayin?
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Throwin it up
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Grape Street
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Nutty Blocc
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Front Hood
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And all them niggas out there in Compton
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Rollin 30s
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Harlem
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Ah yeah
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Pueblos
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Nickerson G's
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Peace
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Inglewood Family
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18th Street
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South Loc
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And all the S-A homeboys
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All the different sets
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Every set, Crip, Blood
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What doesn't matter to me
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Cau |