This is how it goes
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Welcome one and all to the show
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We're wired up / fired up / fucking ready to go
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In the back of the parking lot outside of the bar
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Twenty deep / twenty feet from the boulevard
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Black hoodies
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Black caps
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Black label in glasses
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Previewing the new shit before all the masses
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’Cause the first thing I need when I've got a new beat
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Is to see how it sounds / echoing off the street
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I just take it for a spin
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Pop the CD in
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Slide it up to ten and get that rearview shaking
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Then play it again so there's no mistaking
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San Andreas the block
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Get this bitch earthquaking like
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Oh / ready for it here we go
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We got the whole block rocking in stereo
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We're taking control / letting everybody know
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And if you feel it / let me hear everybody go
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You're not ready
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I got plenty cuts for twenty months dropped steadily
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Plenty tracks to empty on your wack pedigree
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I'm backed heavily while you're back peddling
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Forget the chitchat on me homie / kick back
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I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped
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So zip your lip back / listen and watch
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We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks
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You don't have to warn the people on the corner / they know
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That if you're standing on that corner then you're getting that show
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World premiering you're hearing that Machine Shop flow
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San Andreas the block
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Get this bitch earthquaking like
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Turn the key / turn the volume up to loud
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Roll right / roll every window down
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Let the whole block know what this is about
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Turn it up y’all / burn that system out
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In Stereo
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| Fort Minor |
