| Oh, yeah
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| If I could go back, way back, way back
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| Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac
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| And Biggie, Biggie and Big Pun
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| Rest in peace, rest in peace
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| I’m checkin' for the ladies, where ya at?
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| Remember that cool ass nigga
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| True thugs, my nigga, that G that put me on
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| Thinkin' about it, it shouldn’t go wrong
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| Why would a nigga Eazy-E, he gone
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| Never really had a chance to say
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| Thank you for givin' Mo Thug mo love
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| And now that you laugh and sing on up above
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| You gotta be laughin'
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| Niggas we set it off multi-platinum
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| Stackin my chips, I’m droppin' these hits down every hour
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| And I been smokin' these weed trees with them sticky leaves
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| Blaze to the mighty power
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| Uh, six deep in the Benz-O
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| 6-double-O thug stroll to the studio
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| Little Lay, Kray, Biz, Wish
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| Flesh here to rhyme so cold
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| Rap flow never heard befo'
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| As we ride, as we roll, roll
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| Reminiscin' ‘bout the games we played
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| Those were the days, those were the days
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| Never let ‘em slip away
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| I’m checkin' for ya ladies, where ya at?
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| Yes, I’m checkin' for the ladies, where ya at?
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| Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac (and 2Pac)
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| And Biggie, Biggie (and Biggie) (and Big Pun)
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| Rest in peace, rest in peace
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| If I can go back, I’d be me and Stack, hittin' ‘99
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| Thuggin' it in drawely
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| When all of this rappin' was really a hobby
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| Rollin' in a Malibu, mobbin' with Wally
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| To this day, feelin' like yesterday
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| When it was Bizzy, Flesh, (Wish), lil' Lay, and Kray
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| We took a one-way ticket to L.A. Creepin' on a come up
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| We had to meet Eazy, better believe me
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| (Eazy, Eazy, 2Pac, 2Pac) Them was the good times
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| Droppin' them good rhymes, yes indeed
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| And you know we put it down for the love of the cheese
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| For the love of the game, and the real O.G.s
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| For the love of my C’s
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| I’ma let it be known; |
| Hip hop thugsta
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| Clique tight with the bones
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| And a war been on since the first song
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| ‘Member them Northcoast thugstas splittin' your dome
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| Hit ‘em home with «Tha Crossroads»
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| Dedicated to the lost souls (we reach ya)
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| Benefit ya, forever we miss ya
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| Better believe that we’ll never forget ya
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| Take a picture and capture the moment
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| On a quest for the best, it’s victory
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| Nevertheless, we stress this history
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| Is you feelin' me, is you hearin' me?
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| As we ride, as we roll, roll
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| Reminiscin' ‘bout the games we played
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| Those were the days, those were the days
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| Never let ‘em slip away
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| I’m checkin' for ya ladies, where ya at?
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| Yes, I’m checkin' for the ladies, where ya at?
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| Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac (and 2Pac)
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| And Biggie, Biggie (and Biggie) (and Big Pun)
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| Rest in peace, rest in peace
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| Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac (and 2Pac)
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| And Biggie, Biggie (and Biggie) (and Big Pun)
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| Rest in peace, rest in peace
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| I’m sendin' my chrome upside your dome, hater
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| Disrespect my home, nigga, let’s get it on
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| Fifth Dog flipped out, and it’s on
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| Oh no, y’all testin' the Flesh-N-Bone, you wrong
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| Too many true soldiers set up for murder, stuffed, unsolved
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| And it makes me wonder who’s really involved
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| In killin' our prophets
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| Crossin em off the list, bitches
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| So we still on the rise, it ain’t no surprise
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| Beat us, so violent, rowdy Mo Thug riders
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| Eazy said it, real niggas don’t die
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| And if I could go back just one more hour
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| Swoop a nigga E in my Lex, swerve, hit a couple corners
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| Get a fat sack, smoke out with some pretty hoes
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| Where y’all at?
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| As we ride, as we roll, roll
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| Reminiscin' ‘bout the games we played
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| Those were the days, those were the days
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| Never let ‘em slip away
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| I’m checkin' for ya ladies, where ya at?
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| If I could go back, way back
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| I’d swoop that nigga E up in my Cadillac
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| And we could hit a corner, get a fat ass sack
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| Yes, I’m checkin' for the ladies, where ya at?
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| Eazy, Eazy (said Eazy), 2Pac, 2Pac (and 2Pac)
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| And Biggie, Biggie (and Biggie) (and Big Pun)
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| Rest in peace, rest in peace
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| This is for my homies… |