| Once again it’s on so y’all just chill
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| Cause here comes the man in this coupdavil
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| Summer breezing tis the season
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| Open up the door so the honnies can squeeze in
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| We about to take a trip today
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| To the city that they call L. A
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| But hey, Compton, Pico, Pasadena
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| Westwood, Watts and West Covina
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| Lynwood, Lakewood, Westminster
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| Hawthorne and Montebello
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| Pamona is where we made a quick stop
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| But Monte is we find the lead end up
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| Feel with pride, I park my ride
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| I got front and back and side to side
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| I fire up the funk and then just chill
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| My coupdavil
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| [Chorus: Rich Garica}
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| Rolling around all over town
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| OGs hitting switches
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| In my coupdavil up on a hill
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| Won’t you come home through my city
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| Yeahhh
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| No pain, no gain
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| Head up to Pico to pick my homeboy Slow Pain
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| Yo hop in the back G
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| Cause homegirls riding up front up with me
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| I’m the body laying low in the backseat
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| Sitting in between these two fine freaks
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| All G’d up for this one called me Slow «The Baby»
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| Pimp my walk and talk and make love with a
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| Rolling in the funking old coupe
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| Bouncing on five-20 D’s like two OG’s
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| The funking hood be rolling up inside
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| All rolled up, hold up
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| Damn tied drives me nuts
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| I better chill that coupdavil
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| My coupdavil
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| [Chorus: Rich Garica}
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| Rolling around all over town
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| OGs hitting switches
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| Well in my coupdavil up on a hill
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| Won’t you come home through my city
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| Oh Yeahhh
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| Rolling with my homies and we straight up G’s
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| Plus it’s got to be about 80 degrees
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| In L.A., but some call it loose
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| Every bodies hitting switches in the funking west coast
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| Yeah, we young and hard
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| Rolling up with yall in the boulevard
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| My skin is light but my rhymes are brown
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| It’s hard not to sell out and still be down
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| But we be going the same old things
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| Like waxing up the caddy or polishing the
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| Hitting switches, hooking up with hynas
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| And I can bet you twenty, I got fives right behind us
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| I hope that the huras don’t swoop
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| On my burgundy Cadillac coupe
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| Cause me and the homeboys, we got to chill
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| In the coupdavil
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| [Chorus: Rich Garica}
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| Rolling around all through the town
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| OGs hitting switches
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| Well in my coupdavil up on a hill
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| Won’t you come home through my city
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| Welll |