| Hey hey hey
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| What you got to say
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| Fast bitches fast cars money and fame
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| This rap shit is just like the '90's dope game
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| Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked
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| It was all about the 'hood and that Foe Hundred block
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| A few scraps as a puppy dog
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| You had to be down
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| To roam that infamous neighborhood
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| Where niggas wore the crown
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| It was on every morning from Manchester to Century
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| BG’s walkin' in packs to elementary
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| Afterschool some had 'hood patrol
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| And watched deals on the corner
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| While others had skills and hittin' drills in Pop Warner
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| The unforgettable good old days how it used to be
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| 'foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G
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| Now the streets is nice but the police is thick
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| Cause niggas sick and mo' murders
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| Committed than a horror flick
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| But whatever happen rappin' or not
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| It’s the same for me
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| It’s still I.N.G. |
| foe L.I.F.E
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| So…
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| Hey hey heyy
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| What you got to say
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| Inglewooooood
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| Inglewood Swangin'
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| The city’s full of cheddar like a cheese pizza
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| Known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias
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| The landmarks in the 'hood is legendary
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| The fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library
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| The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer
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| So the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor
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| Had G’s that put they life on the line and some died
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| But thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide
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| And as far as race go we probably even these days
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| About 50% black and the rest is esays
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| So we spin and we win up and down Market St
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| Bitch I’m a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet
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| What I’m in right now probably ain’t worth a hundred bucks
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| A beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks
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| That’s a real nigga foe you that’s me so don’t knock it
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| I got everything I need plus money in my pocket
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| So…
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| I.N.G. |
| foe L.I.F.E. |
| (4X)
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| It seem like yesterday I was the average Y. G
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| And at the blink of a eye became a household MC
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| From the land of sunshine gold D’s and palm trees
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| To Japanese screamin' for a nigga overseas
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| But I gotta think about O. G's I got game from
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| Remain the same nigga and can’t forget where I came from
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| We all know money make the world go 'round
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| So I give back to my town and put a few niggas down
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| I keep my enemies close cause they salt shakers
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| Mad because I travel state to state
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| And get paid like the Lakers
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| Used to like the Magic man when I was a itty bitty
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| But now Mack and Shaq can go half and buy the city
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| So… |