[Hook]
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As I travel this lonely gangster road
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Just me and my negroes
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We still got bomb hydro
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We just double independent
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And the night falls that's when young girls go home
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Big girls put on small clothes
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A party we will throw
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A party we will throw now
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[The Game]
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All I need is the chronic to keep me fit
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A bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits
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Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit
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Thank god for what I get but never really needed shit
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I'm a hustler nigga, that's how I got this red Bentley
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Slay the competition and told them that Dre sent me
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Walk in the smoke like what up loc
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Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke
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We gonna twist up, 8 for Nate blow the smoke through the clouds
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And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates
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Now, how many niggas wanna throw up a dub
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And be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club yeah
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It's the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz
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Phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub
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Fuck her all night, wake her up at 6
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Lil mama grab your shit, get ghost
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[Hook]
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As I travel this lonely gangster road
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Just me and my negroes
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We still got bomb hydro
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We just double independent
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And the night falls that's when young girls go home
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Big girls put on small clothes
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A party we will throw
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A party we will throw now
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[Warren G]
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Click clack what up, zig zag run up
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Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack
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Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersection
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I got connection, from every section
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Critical, political, it's killer Cal'
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Roll it up, now pass that shit around
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My mental is cynical, original
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Thinking you could see us
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I'm like nigga how?
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I'm in that diamond lane, I'm in that diamond chain
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Glissing and glowing, I'm sipping liquor I'm blowing zippers my nigga I'm on one
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I'm pushing the zone up, I'm sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up
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My nigga Game got the gun load
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One shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, oh
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All that tough talk nigga, what for?
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Shut your scary ass up at the front door
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[Hook]
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[Warren G]
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Could nobody diss my nigga, damn I miss my nigga
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Pour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg nigga 213
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From the city by the sea, where the G's ride,
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Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side
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Slap that, tap that, after that, east side
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As I travel this road I see the street sign
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Ready for whatever, Berrettas you know I keep mine
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[The Game]
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Mr L-B, C-P-T nigga we be, OG to BG, that's what we be, killer (what?)
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Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray Snoop, what up loc
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I'm headed to the east side, G ride throwing up everything but the peace sign
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Gold Daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, I'ma pop the top off his Corolla
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[Hook]
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Party We Will Throw Now!
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Warren G |