| Sideways, this way, that I park
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| Work and thumper in the car—bump in the trunk
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| Feelin' myself like Dre with me
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| Sayin' «When I make it, I’ma bring the whole Bay with me»
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| Still the People’s Champ in the streets, look
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| I come through that thang and get it poppin', turn up the club
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| Like waa waa waa—yep, that’s how I fuck around
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| You know like I know how it go down—boy, I’m from The Town
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| Oakland, with this shit and
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| EPA, Frisco, Richmond
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| Pittsburg, Antioch, San Jo
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| Fairfield, all the way through through the Valley Joe
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| Struck through Sac, hit Stockton
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| Modesto had the shit rockin' (BIATCH!)
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| What have you lookin'?
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| 50 and drum, look at that big cue and I’m cookin'
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| No lookin' back
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| (Keep it goin', though, don’t stop)
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| (Keep it going, though, don’t stop)
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| UH! |
| I flip the Caddy, tremendous slappy
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| Cadillac of Dublin, reached out and grabbed me
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| Some of you so-called real ones really suckers, not violent
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| I know some hustlers that’s really solid, not salad
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| E-40's back and, spazzin' and savvin'
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| I don’t be jawsin', or jaw-jackin'
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| You better watch me, I’m comin' Sasquatch
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| Go bad on a pussy fuck nigga bidnotch
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| Niggas be perpetratin' like they look out they boys
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| How the fuck you gon' call yourself a boss if you ain’t got no employees?
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| Around this muthafucka wit' your cape on (cape on)
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| Do anything in your power just to get on (get on)
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| I could call in a favor or I can pay a fee (fee)
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| My family don’t even know killer streets put a rock in a hospital over me
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| Seaside, Monterey, Fresno (Fresno)
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| Santa Rosa, Berkeley, Hayward, San Pablo, and San Leandro
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| BIATCH!
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| (Keep it goin', though, don’t stop)
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| (Keep it going, though, don’t stop)
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| Where my niggas that’ll ride for me, wrong or right?
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| Bust a head, send somethin' on a ghetto flight
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| Hunted down, daytime with a flashlight
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| Choose sides for your nigga, right here tonight
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| No bark, all bite, then shake somethin'
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| Made it a couple times, didn’t fake nothin'
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| In the front with no front, and I don’t play the back
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| Come around with all that frontin', never make it back
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| All Bay shit, Town Business on mine, mayne
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| I’m from where newborns from out the womb come with stock game
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| Never jock another nigga fame, got my own name
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| And my nigga, nothing’s gonna change if there’s no change
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| All Bay shit, Town Business on mine, mayne
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| I’m from where newborns from out the womb come with stock game
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| Never jock another nigga fame, got my own name
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| And my nigga, nothing’s gonna change if there’s no change
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| (Keep it goin', though, don’t stop)
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin'
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| (Keep it going, though, don’t stop)
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| When shit hot, no, didn’t stop, I’ma keep it goin' |