| The shit never dropped, people askin me «how come?»
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| Left Death Row in '04 was the outcome
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| Reasons to stick around? |
| I was was without one
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| All about my money homey I gotta pile some
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| Since I’m the one, rappers gettin’their style from
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| C-O-B block boy Crooked pull out guns
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| When I’m out east they say «Crooked you wild son»
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| I’ve been in the mix
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| Quick flippin’them legitimate chips
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| Dime pieces, I keep 10 of them chicks
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| Even foreign women seek a citizenship
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| Sit in my Cinnamon whip
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| They love a criminal on a gentleman tip
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| I’m wit my click, I don’t fuck wit you other clowns
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| Rappers in my city bit me when I was underground
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| Now they wanna act friendly soon as I come around
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| Maybe 'cause the medallion’s weighin’a hundred pounds
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| What now?
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| Gangstas don’t dance, we two step
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| Nobody can stop us, we strollin’on
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| When you see us in the club, say «Hi"to the New West
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| We gone get it on baby all night long
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| (Where them haters go?)
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| Everybody from the west now Crookeds a boss mayne
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| Reppin’C-O-B, the Circle of Boss gang
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| Haters thought we missed the target
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| Thought we was off aim
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| Disappeared a year, so these suckers would talk lame
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| Fifty two blue diamonds, that’s how the cross came
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| Half a milli on a bling, step up my floss game
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| Niggaz used to clown big bank take small bank
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| Now I push around chucky whips that y’all can’t
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| I’m still in the game
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| Nah, fuck that, I’m killin’the game
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| Get yo’dame, she’s feelin’the chain
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| She’s willin’to sit in a Range
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| And arrange infinite intimate thangs
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| Between the sheets, the skills is insane
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| Feel my pain mayne
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| Hood life pumpin’my arteries
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| I’m an organ donar, now who want a part of me?
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| Haters in the club, y’all dudes is R’n B The movie’s called «Fuck you nigga», it’s starin me Pardon me Everybody know the industry’s the new dope game
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| That’s why the flow came potent as cocaine
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| Critics say I’m just a rapper lookin’for more fame
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| Till you walk a mile in my Nikes you don’t know pain
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| I’ve been on my grind since gazelles and rope chains
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| Dealt wit the ups and downs like it was nothing
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| Know I keep a Fo-Fo whenever I roll mayne
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| Shoot it at your shoes, you dance like soultrain
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| I spin in the club, so promoters let me in wit a snub
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| It’s a million pretty women to rub
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| These bitches is feelin’the thug
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| Swimmin’in Crys unlimited bubb
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| Dodger fitted, that’s how this nigga does
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| Gimme love baby, wanna know the reason I’m rich?
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| Different color hard tops every season I switch
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| That’s how we do it on the eastside speakin’of which
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| When you see me with my people Long Beach in this bitch
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| Deep in this bitch
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| (Repeating «New West!"in the background)
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| (Repeating «New West!») |