[Intro: Warren G]
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This song is dedicated to all my people
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That was caught up in hurricane Katrina
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Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama
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We ridin with y'all
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You know what I'm sayin?
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I feel your pain
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We gon' make it through this y'all
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Yeah
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Come on
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[Verse 1: Warren G]
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We here today, then gone tomorrow
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It's got me singin a Marvin Gaye song
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It made me wanna holla
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So I hop in my Impala
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Just to cruise, shake my blues
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It's hard to follow
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Hard to swallow what they sayin on the news
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Good Lord, it's a crazy world
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Watchin cops puttin cuffs on a five year old girl
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Racism, racism, got our babies in the system
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Mom and daddies in the prison
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That's intention, no division
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They the ones that's all you got
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They keep the families divided
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Keep it gangsta, keep it real
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That's all I hear, but I don't buy it
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When it's Revolution time, all these fool's will keep quiet
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Like shhhh, you can-you can hear a pin drop
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Can't go to one-ten cause I might get popped
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People shootin on the freeway, when will it stop?
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But stay strong, cause the rain don't last
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And push the war up in 'em, will fix the price on gas
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[Hook: Side Effect]
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Don't let nobody, no-o-o one
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Get you doooowwwwnnnnn
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Cause if they do, if they do
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I'll be arouuuunnnndddd
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[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
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Why the black and the brown got to fight in the Pen.
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The black and the brown, they squabbin again
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Them God damned sheriffs, is laughin again
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It all stink, keep yo ass out the wind
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See the black and the brown, we can share the same land
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When I was a slave, where the hell did I ran?
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California man, it was full of mexi-cans
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Look mu-fasa, this is they casa
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Just, kick back and enjoy the sunshine
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Live ya life, stay away from one-time
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Get'cha money man, find the lunch line
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This ain't a joke, homie where's the punch line?
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The ghetto is a trap homie, take the cheese
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Soon as you do it, here come the police
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Invented and designed for us to fail
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Homie, don't you end up dead or in jail
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[Hook:]
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Don't let nobody, no-o-o one
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Get you doooowwwwnnnnn
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Cause if they do, if they do
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I'll be arouuuunnnndddd
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[Verse 3: B-Real]
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What's really good?
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What's really hood?
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What's really goin on?
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Open your eyes and ears
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Wipin your eyes from tears
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From all the lies and fears
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People get blinded here
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Let me define it clear
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You gotta cross the bed
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Tell 'em some thoughts, oppressed
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Someone who flosses there
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You gettin lost in there
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Homie they cost they fares
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Niggas get bought and passed
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Tell us, get caught somewhere
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Never get tortured, kid
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I heard the shot from there
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Hit on the spot, from where
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Right on the street, prepared
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Levels of heat, you there
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Spit at my feet, I swear
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I will retreat, for years
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People deceive the peers
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Make you believe the cheers
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But underneath the smears
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I keep switchin gears
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Fall in my sleep, I wear
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For all the seekin shake
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You got a dime to spare?
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You sound so sincere
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You're bottom line, bitch yea
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You sound so sincere
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
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I try to do right
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I don't wanna do wrong
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I'm doin better things
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Man, I wanna live long
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Ain't too many fools out there harder than me
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I love football so much, man I started a league
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Oh what a pity, is made for the inner city
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Used to be dark, but now the park's real pretty
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Lil' boys outside, throwin footballs
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In the hood y'all
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Hey Snoop Dogg, how could y'all?
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Let 'em pass instead of blast
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The football field is a class
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And I'm a teach ya, teach ya my lesson
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Shotgun formation, no Smithson, no Wesson
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The haters keep stressin
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And everybody wanna ask me the question
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Hey Boss Dogg, how you feel now?
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You helpin out the kids, and they still hatin on ya, wow!
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[Outro: Warren G]
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You know what I'm sayin
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There's a lot goin on in this world
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But we gotta keep on pushin and movin and groovin
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You know what I'm sayin?
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Yea, even though we got these hard times
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We still gotta keep it steady, ya know?
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Keep pushin
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So I want y'all to ride with me and cha-cha to this
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Dedicated to my people out there strugglin (Stay strong)
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Single parents, nine-to-five, steady hustlin (Stay s |