| Woah
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| Oh, man
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| I hope you blessed in the city, get a vest in this city
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| If I hear you say «who next in this city» — oh shit
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| Best believe that a semi not on me while watching
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| Baby Boy screaming «yeah, that’s what I won’t be», poor Jody
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| It’s more phony in your face, I’ve been riding on these brakes
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| They still telling me to «wait wait»
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| Hope when you say «wait' you tryna say I should get tipped more
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| Hope when you say «weight» you tryna say I need to bench more
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| Talkin' bout a wait, I been waitin' long as shit boy
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| Graveyard shifts for the days I’m tryna live for
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| Niggas out of shape and this that shit that they ain’t fit for
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| How staying clean in this motherfucking shitstorm? |
| *gunshots*
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| That’s why I’m yelling «Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em all!»
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| We used to have options
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| Then remembered that it’s Compton and it’s not
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| So we do it with not love involved
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| Said that I used to wanna give
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| When it was back when we was kids and we did
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| On my momma now we want it all
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| Yeah, I said I used to wanna give, we was kids
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| On my momma now we want it all
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| Yeah, I said we want it all
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| I ain’t do it for recognition, we the definition of goonbody
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| It’s two bodies on this wally at first
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| It’s where I’m the same nigga in person to keep squirting
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| After I seen murder my perspective is different, yeah
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| Real felon, they respected my slither
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| All this slime in this Styrofoam affecting my liver
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| My little sister got her fingers in the money bag
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| Do a show tomorrow, I promise the shit’ll double back
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| In '05 I was high off of double stacks
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| Slidin' in a '89 Buick with a hundred pack
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| Lose a fist fight and then run it back
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| Lost a couple niggas I love, this shit come with that
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| Yeah, taught my niggas how run a trap
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| Blowin dope in a bounty, homie had to smuggle that
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| The streets love me and I love 'em back
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| Used to have love for the killer but lil' bro a rat
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| That’s why I’m yelling «Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em all!»
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| We used to have options
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| Then remembered that it’s Compton and it’s not
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| So we do it with not love involved
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| Said that I used to wanna give
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| When it was back when we was kids and we did
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| On my momma now we want it all
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| Yeah, I said I used to wanna give, we was kids
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| On my momma now we want it all
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| Yeah, I said we want it all
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| Up in the studio with skeleton tracks
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| I’m pensive figuring out which one to finish
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| To try to stage a comeback
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| I feel it for a minute or two, then I’m indecisive
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| I break out over the speed limit on the 101 with no license
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| I know I’m one of the nicest and I ain’t suped
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| I know the difference between worthless and priceless
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| I raised so much hell about them potholes on Central
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| That Hub City startin' to plug 'em now, I’m so instrumental
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| That’s why I’m yelling «Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em all!»
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| We used to have options
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| Then remembered that it’s Compton and it’s not
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| So we do it with not love involved
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| Said that I used to wanna give
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| When it was back when we was kids and we did
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| On my momma now we want it all
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| Yeah, I said I used to wanna give, we was kids
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| On my momma now we want it all
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| Yeah, I said we want it all |