| 5:30 in the morning and I haven’t been to sleep
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| A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet
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| Ten dollars in my pocket and now I’m on the creep
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| To the double-up spot cos the shit is comin cheap
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| It’s 1984 and the rocks is all fat
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| Southern California, LA is where it’s at
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| I’m smokin like a motherfuckin choo-choo train
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| Big cocaine inside my brain, aah
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| But nobody knows that I’m on the hype
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| Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe
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| Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin
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| No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend
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| I’m stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap
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| And I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat
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| I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it
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| But I can’t cos I’m locked 'n da closet
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| Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
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| Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
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| Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
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| Listen homey
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| No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to…
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| Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to
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| I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
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| Cos niggas don’t know that I’m smokin like Popeye
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| Mama’s in the kitchen cookin rice
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| Daddy’s in the pen doin life
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| Sister gotta husband, she’s a wife
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| And I’m in the backyard hittin the pipe
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| It’s been three or four months since I started usin
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| It’s a uphill battle and now I know I’m losin
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| I go to the spots where my face ain’t familiar
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| And I cook here jack cos I don’t know these niggas
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| I’m livin like a peasant and it ain’t pleasant
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| I think I need to change my direction
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| I got the five dollar piece now I’m all in the carpet
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| In the dark cos I’m locked 'n da closet
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| Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell
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| Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell
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| Do me a favor, open the door and let em have it
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| Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| One year done passed and now I’m lookin dusty
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| Disgusted because my own mama don’t trust me
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| My sister’s on the trip cos she knows I’m on the hit
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| And I can’t take this shit
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| There’s a rumour goin round that I’m puffin heavily
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| And my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G
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| I guess they figured out that I broke in they house
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| And stole all they shit while they was out
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| My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
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| And Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne
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| Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke
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| Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute
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| But before I lost my respect
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| I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT!
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| Now I’m back to life, yeah I’m back to reality
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| Ain’t no side effects or technicalities
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| There’s one thing about it when your life is fucked
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| At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah
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| No more cocaine bitches
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| I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges
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| I’m out the closet *screaming*
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| Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell
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| Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell
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| Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
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| Let em have it
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| Someone’s knockin at the door, somebody’s ringin a bell
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| Somebody’s locked n da closet, somebody’s goin to hell
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| Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
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| Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah |