(feat. Low G & Chocstilli)
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[Intro begins at the end of "From The SD To H-Town"]
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[Low G (Lil Rob):]
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Yeah (Yeah)
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Low G (Simon)
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Low Gangsta (Lil Rob)
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And Lil Rob (That's right)
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Keeping it street
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Keeping it live for the Mexican movement (Uh huh)
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Tracho (Chicano and proud)
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Representin' Centro America (Califas)
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Anywhere in the world
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I'd be the same gangsta
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Anywhere that you see me
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Anywhere that you find me (Low G)
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I'd be the same boy (Lifestyl Federal)
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El mismo
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Ah
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Nunca cambio
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I don't change for nothin'
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[Verse 1: Low G]
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En '95
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I started with [? ]
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Dope House, WetBlack, now we got Olmeca
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A mic wrecker
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A born Mayan and Azteca
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This is for real, right here, you better guard your nigga
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I been homeboys, my tiny to shine, I want the world
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Get the money for my boys and my baby girl
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In Secon Ward is where you find me, I ain't change at all
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Gangsta boy, jet black, see, I done it all
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And fuck the law, pinches, jotos said, "They know me, dawg"
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And one more time for my boys, locked up the law
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I kept it real, won't change, even for the deal
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That's the boy about the street to tell you, "What's the deal"
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I only rap on what I done
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That's how I feel
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Just for the three or twenty G's in my shiny wheel
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Just watch me kill the hate right now with my shiny steel
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No remorse, in my head, vacations at Brazil
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[Break: Nasty]
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[scratching]
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"Hide a cuete under my seat, I sleep with it by my bed"
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[scratching]
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"Between your life and my life, rather it be your life instead"
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[Break]
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[Verse 2: Lil Rob]
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Mi tiempo es mi tiempo (Yeah)
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I don't need no vest, holmes (No vest, holmes)
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I'm from the left, side of the map
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You know, the west, holmes (San Diego)
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San Diego, Los Angeles (Yeah)
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Came from where the bottom is
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And the ground like where the basement is
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From barely making it
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To almost making it, to barely making it again
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Damn
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Do what I have to do to make some ends
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I always stay righteous, and I never burn my friends (Hell nah)
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I go out
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On the ledge
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To the edge (That's right)
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And they can do the same for me (Yeah)
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Feel some bodies full of lead
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Hide a cuete under my seat, I sleep with it by my bed (That's right)
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Don't get me wrong, don't wanna see nobody dead
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But between your life and my life, rather it be your life instead
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I mean what I say, so I meant what I said (I mean what I said)
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So if you find yourself with my cuete, to your head
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It means you tried to double-cross me
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And I can't let that happen (Fuck no)
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It'll be, to be the last man standin', and the last man laughin' (Uh hun)
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[Break x2]
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[Verse 3: Chocstilli]
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[? ] valo con la .380
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No me vales
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Si tu dices que tu eres gangsta
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Soy de el barrio
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Y hacer como va el juego
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And if you think I'm playin'
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With ya, step with your best shit
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Yo, si, te treno
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Lifestyl Federal
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Live with no medical
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Y atras dia, un pelea bien sierio
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Feria, suenos
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Why can't I reach them, though?
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Losin' my mind, tryin' to find them, got the bueno
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G-Town to Pasadena
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Es el mi rola
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713, 409, pura hora
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So say what you wanna, yo siempre hago mi cosa
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Cien perciento, mas duro que la otra
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Ridin' on a Nasty beat
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Mobbin' hard en el calle
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Dandoles guera a todo los que me fallen
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Cara a cara
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No
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Yo no me escondo
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Te mando el pantion, sieze pies ondo
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Three Amigos
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| Lil' Rob |
