| Success is the greatest revenge for fake friends
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| That don’t want to see you ballin' in a Benz
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| You ever bossed up? |
| Then you know just what this is
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| I had to make the soundtrack for everytime we win
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| I make 'em say, this one for my side baby this for my coast
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| Almost everyone I know is doing dirt, dope or both
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| The temp on a hunnid, my team on a hunnid
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| The Inland Empire is the village and we run it
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| Look Malibu to Venice, 10 East to Coachella
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| Where the women get tan and the weed get better
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| Through R-I-A-L-T dot O, that’s for sure
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| If that’s too much baby call it the Toe, bounce
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| California nights with the top down
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| You need California nights with the top down
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| Say wassup, whole city know we hot now
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| Don’t come around when we up if you was not down
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| Touchdown, J rolled pretty when I land
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| Other half on the rival don’t play stupid I ain’t playin'
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| Need the bass and the clap
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| Give me weed, give me dab
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| California, the home of the slap
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| Only
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| On the leftside of the map
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| Them pretty girls get live where we at
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| We get the money and we slide where we at
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| Them real niggas certified where we at
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| Only on the leftside of the map
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| She pull up and get it live where we at
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| We get the money and we slide where we at
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| Them real niggas certified where we at
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| Only on the leftside of the map
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| Leftside, westside, best side that’s where I be
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| Like B-I-G is to Bed-Stuy, bitch I am the king
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| Home of low-lows and scrapers
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| Eat at Carrie’s or Bakers
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| D.A. |
| pull out them papers
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| Watch killers turn into fakers
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| I still rock with the Lakers, 24 on my jersey
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| Where I’m from, niggas feel like they won when they see 30
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| They killed Hefty and his 9 years old son, these streets is dirty
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| Mama’s cryin' and worryin'
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| Lord help 'em and hurry
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| These niggas is bendin' corners and thinkin' 'bout diplomas
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| California liquor store, drinkin' Arizona
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| Get the gas from the dope spot, papers from the smoke shop
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| Rock my Vans low top I bet I never go pop
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| Yeah, yeah bitch you know I’m Westside connected, yeah yeah
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| I’ll get my life before you snatch my necklace
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| I’m born in Californ, IE I rep it every day
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| I don’t listen to your music cause it’s all the same
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| My words be pissing rappers off I feel like Charlamagne
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| Real nigga role call bet they don’t call your name
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| 909 and 951 we in the all of fame
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| You can catch me
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| On the leftside of the map
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| Them pretty girls get live where we at
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| We get the money and we slide where we at
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| Them real niggas certified where we at
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| Only on the leftside of the map
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| She pull up and get it live where we at
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| We get the money and we slide where we at
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| Them real niggas certified where we at
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| Only on the leftside of the map |