| Now if my memory’s correct, then I’m a take you back
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| On a trip through the past but its more than that
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| As we break it down to ya from beginning to end
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| Long Beach is the city where it all begins (Eastside)
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| Started out flowin for the homeys all the time
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| Cuz the click I was with was over kickin gangsta rhymes
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| They were tight and we were tapin em
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| So yo Dubb (what up)
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| Won’t you tell em where you takin em
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| Now lets take a trip down memory lane
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| When things first started but its not the same
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| When life with the Dubb in a way was kinda hopeless
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| Sipped out with the crew now its all in focus
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| Layin back kickin dope rhymes with my kin
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| Glaze, M&M, Dubb, and Twin
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| Growin up from neighborhood kids on the block
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| Damn, who’d a eva thought
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| Who would’ve eva thought, we would still be down
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| With this laid back love, and this old G sound
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| Its so good, so goooooood, its so good, so goooooood
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| Can you relate to what I’m sayin as the struggle begins
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| When ya livin life low and you short on ends
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| When ya dreams look like they neva come true
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| And your homeys never seem to come through
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| But they say it ain’t right without a struggle I guess
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| So I sip the Tanquerey to keep my mind off the stress
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| They wouldn’t even listen to the sound
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| So M&M would you please explain how it went down
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| Now I can take you back in the days from giddy up (yeah)
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| Ends was kinda low so the homeys did me up
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| Tight like phat, we were down you couldn’t fade us
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| Even though things wouldn’t turn out in our favor (hell nah)
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| And I remember them days, I thought the group would split
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| People clowned us, doubt us, but we still didn’t quit
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| And through the years we’ve been through a lot
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| Damn, who’d a eva though
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| Who would’ve eva thought, we would still be down
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| With this laid back love, and this old G sound
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| Its so good, so goooooood, its so good, so goooooood
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| Well now its 96 and I’m loungin wit tha homeys (what)
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| NBA Jam on the fifty inch Sony
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| Plushed out krib wit the Benz in the driveway
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| Chillin on the hills of Pacific Coast Highway (right)
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| Ballin, outta control, with my peeps
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| Got brand new kicks for every day of the week
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| Damn I hear somebody subbin (who is it)
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| In a Lexus 400 its the homey T-Dubb
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| Now they call me big daddy Dubb with a beat in the trunk
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| So I crack a brew and smoke a Philly blunt
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| With a diamond in the back and a sun roof top
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| Diggin in the scene with the flossy lean
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| Got my papes and its great that we finally made it
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| Cuz we stayed sucka free, so you know you can’t fade it
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| Blowin up the industry to make or not
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| Now, who’d a eva thought
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| Who would’ve eva thought, we would still be down
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| With this laid back love, and this old G sound
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| Its so good, so goooooood, its so good, so goooooood |