| Break it down or switch your blow, that’s how we run this shit
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| Light it up, take a hit — and give it up your click
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| You know for sure I’m smokin’doja
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| My folks I thought I told ya Twist my sack and give me over throw the Tec and ride with locsters
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| HAT GANG and ?? |
| TOWN hoo-ridin'in HOLMES STREET
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| FRANKLIN SQUARE, FUSHED TOWN, NEW HOLMES and FRONT STREET
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| AVENUE, BLUE GATE, BEACH TOWN, '7TH STREET
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| 10-LINE, 11-DUECE, BABY LOCS and GRAPE STREET
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| 99 MAFIA, P.J. WATTS
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| You get your props if you can ride, if you’se a Slob you get mobbed
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| It’s alright ??? |
| cause it like props on my block
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| I run with locs that aint’t broke which y’all get smoked and? |
| throw lot?
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| I got 16 shots with extraclips in my side
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| If you’se a trick you get the ducksicc cause I’m cool in your cock
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| Shake the spot, fade your black, you back you trip and I’m sayin'
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| You claim my style 'cause you too wild this ain’t the time to parlay
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| I’m servin’sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| I’m dumpin’rounds around the car for all you folks on the block
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| I gotta sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass all night
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| You can find me on the East/Side, rip ridin’with the locsters
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| Swervin’five deep with the heat hittin’corners
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| Dippin’on dubs and Golds on Thunderbirds and doja
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| My colors flag my rag and sack my khakis like a soldier
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| Stay suckers free, you only see me with my — G’s
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| I’m chokin’off the smoke with loc Big Freeze
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| What’s up young Cuzz? |
| Where you from? |
| The Town
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| Where’s at? |
| On the East/Side, 10−5 by the Jordan Downs
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| Twist to my camp, come to my hood and
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| I guarantee that the loc’ll gun you down when you stand
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| Off brand, other side better realize
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| Ain’t no surprise out of the East Side Rip Ridaz causin’homicide
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| This is how we do it, check me out you don’t hear me It’s do or die from day one, Compton and Watts can you feel?
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| My dick hard ??? |
| down in the sperm
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| You grab your baby ?? |
| and blast them bustas up outta there
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| Servin’sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| You dump rocks around the car for all the folks on the block
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| Sex in the daytime, chronic at night
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| All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight
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| Always ready for the rumble, never stutter, never stumble
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| Wet him up, shut him up and watch his whole cookie crumble cuz
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| You loc ?? |
| on the West Coast
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| ?? |
| low the YGB case in the raincoat
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| Fifty on your back ?? |
| but flow is tragic
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| But who do the doo-doo with that all black magic
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| Grab the paper tell my loc
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| Murder folks with the do'
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| Double back up on my khakis, ready to strap you like I’m suppose to The locster
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| I told ya, straight up out the Watts
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| From twenty-one-hundred, East Hun’and '7 Street block
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| Real niggas gimme that cause I freak a fuckin’track
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| I meet my brother from the Town it’s goin’down and I stay strapped
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| And just all you know, that you fuckin’with the loc
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| Twist down 10−5 and that’s for Young Broncoe
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| I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| Dumpin’rocks around the car for all the folks on the block
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| Sex in the daytime, chronic at night
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| All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight
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| I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| See I’m Fudgin’by the dozen F for death Crip for life
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| Sex in the daytime, chronic at night
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| All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight
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| I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| I dumps rocks around the car for all the folks on the block
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| Sex in the daytime, chronic at night
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| All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight
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| I got sess in the daytime, chronic at night
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| See I’m Fudgin’by the dozen and F for death Crip for life
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| Sex in the daytime, chronic at night
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| All my job servin’Slobs and blast that ass on sight |