| I’m just coastin', drop the top and roll straight
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| S.M.V.C.C. |
| 805, it’s the gold state
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| Ain’t no place that I’d rather be
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| I got love for the place they raised me
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| Even though times get a lil' crazy
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| So I gotta give love back
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| Either gang bang, slang, or pull a mothafuckin' jack
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| It’s all good cos I’m driving nice cars
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| Pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars
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| A wicked sly’s life, cos I’m a son of a gun
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| I’m only 19, but would I live to see 21?
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| A loco mothafucka so you better step back
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| Try to pull the jack
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| I’ll feed you bullets for a fuckin' snack
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| Pero orita cause I’m puffin from Leno
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| Coming from T-Dre, por vida loco Sureños
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| Two locs matching deep in my city
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| One time acting up just because I’m rollin' clean in a Chevy
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| Dark skin Mexican, standing 5'4
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| Put the pedal to the floor, hear my glass backs roll
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| Hit the the corner with the passion on my way to the market
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| T-Dre, shotgun with a blunt ready to spark it
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| 10:30 in the morning but I don’t care
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| Hit the switch, lock it up, chronic smoke in the air
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| Hard player with my locs on ready to make some hits
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| Ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics
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| Stackin' up a plateful like regular
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| And just then my homie Bones hits me up on my cellular
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| Feeling to brake up a couple blocks for my ass up
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| And hook it on up as I cruise down the overpass
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| Hit the stuff, fillin' on my cup to the rim on the y feeling G or from the bud
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| so I grin
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| When I get lost
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| Feel I’ve been crossed
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| She will be my salvation
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| Now let me introduce the G’s the L.O.C'S
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| Let met get my self bombed as I’m gliding through the breeze
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| Keep on mashing as the tracks keep dropping
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| Ain’t no stoppin' when I’m up and hoppin'
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| Drop the ride to the side causing havoc with my homies Blowing indo smoke
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| Dipped and brued the oldies every day and my life is getting better and better
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| Blaze n blaze it in the morning and I’m down for whatever
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| Deluxe pick me up about 11:32
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| I said I’m down to claim but what the hell we gonna do
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| Santa Maria S.M.V.P scooped up J-bird, Ray Ray, and the C.U.Z
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| I got my cousin buzzing in the back
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| Chronic smoke hot box full of contact
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| Now it’s time to roll to the pot hole and spark another bowl
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| Let another rag time foe on the 3 times go
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| Now were we go from here keep on mashing through the central coast atmosphere
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| For the things that I do I know I’m gonna pay the cost
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| For the reason why I’m gone, for the reason why I’m lost
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| Living week by week, living day by day
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| Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame
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| But I’m lost in the system not made for me
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| So I’m suppose to break rocks straight go for my G, 19
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| With a Mexicano lame throwing up on my colors red, white, to the green
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| Always looking out just in case fools jump me time to handle shit
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| And break em' off real quick
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| Take a look around you fool
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| Then take a close look
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| Cause all the shit I see I jot it down in my rhyme book
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| My homies droppin' off like cause a nine to five
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| The one’s that survive
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| Take a steel cage bus ride
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| But for me I ain’t sucka free
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| Cos punks is tryin to take it, C.L.S
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| Comin straight from the get go
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| We ran our own undercover gang, though fools didn’t even know
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| That we was real to the heart see
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| Being true to the game that’s how it is in the S.M.V
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| Holding on to my dreams make it to the top
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| But I’m stuck paying cost fucked up cos a whole lost…
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| Yeah
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| Special shouts goes out to my homies that was down from the get go
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| Like my homie Cuz, wassup dawg
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| Yeah wassup to my homie J-bird
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| Yeah Ray Ray kickin know what i’m saying yeah I gotta say wassup to my homie
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| bonez
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| Yeah sparked off straight cruisin from the l que que no
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| Yeah wassup crazy joseph yeah cuevo keep poundin loc yeah wasup s.d.
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| yeah my homie loc
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| Yeah keep spinnin 'em homies straight from the S.M.V. |
| Southern California
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| Mexican Invasion yeah
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| When I get lost, When I get lost …
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| When I get lost, lost, lost, lost, lost |