| Feels good, don’t it?
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| Yeah
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| All my people in the hood
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| It’s for you all
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| They say what’s up homie? |
| What’s goin' down? |
| We ain’t see you in a minute
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| Doing for self, keep it independent
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| I’m back with new piece of dope rap
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| I clutched that loot in my hand, the grand I had to touch that
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| Clutched the ooze, I’m comin' with bad news
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| Hit to expects, so I had two
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| Now it’s sold up, money fold up swoled up
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| My dreams is about to blow up
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| You know my name, my hood, my game
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| I showed up with Jay-Z, you changed the game
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| Swinging my chain, when I perform lovin' the stage
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| And the fans loved the era we make
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| I keep it up at the high of my peak
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| I keep it gangsta for the thug street
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| They two up and grew up on this Dogg Pound shit
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| With that appreciation I just can’t quit
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| You know
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| Y’all can say (Y'all can say what y’all want)
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| What y’all want
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| 'Cause I ain’t gon' leave (I ain’t gon' leave these streets)
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| Leave these streets (okay everyday)
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| 'Cause I got love in (I got love)
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| In these streets (all over in these streets)
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| And I ain’t gon' stop (I ain’t gon' stop for you, nobody)
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| If it wasn’t for the Lord, I’ll be dead or in prison
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| Many day set prayin' that the Lord I’m still livin'
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| The other day my little homie ask me" Daz, how does it feel
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| To be one of the realest niggas that keep it real"
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| I said to myself that we all need help
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| We play the cards that was dealt and that just how I felt
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| I don’t hang with suckers, punk motherfuckers
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| Mark ass bastards, who starting that bullshit
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| I go blessed to have wealth
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| Every morning that I wake up, thank the Lord for my health
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| The rest of my Dogg fam the
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| Roam in and zone in the streets, niggas are you feelin' it?
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| , I carry a Four Five heat
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| The cliff steep, pay attention and peep
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| Keep lookin' and you’ll find what you look for
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| The decision is yours oh, you know
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| Y’all can say (Y'all can still say)
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| What y’all want (what the fuck y’all want)
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| 'Cause I ain’t gon' leave (I ain’t gon' leave these motherfuckin' streets)
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| Leave these streets (You know I mean?)
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| 'Cause I got love (I got love fool)
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| In these streets (In these streets)
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| And I ain’t gon' stop (I ain’t gon' stop fool, you know I mean? Hey!)
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| I got love for these streets, and these blocks I grew up on
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| Teachin' me right from wrong, my pops set my minds
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| I search for all enough to find a new time
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| To bust rhymes, nigga instead of doing crime
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| The time is now, and here’s the chance to take it
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| I take it and make it
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| My motive «fuck what they say, keep it crackin'»
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| Never said I wouldn’t, always said that I would
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| Never said that I couldn’t, always said that I could
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| You’ll be actin' Hollywood, I act Hollyhood
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| Homie tell me it’s all good
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| Yeah, I’m on top of the world, with niggas with perms
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| And we gettin' heff from your girl haha
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| Y’all can say (Y'all can still say)
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| What y’all want (what the fuck y’all want)
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| 'Cause I ain’t gon' leave (I ain’t gon' leave shit)
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| Leave these streets (Can't leave these streets)
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| 'Cause I got love (I got love)
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| In these streets (Yeah in the streets)
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| And I ain’t gon' stop (I ain’t gon' stop for nomotherfuckin’body)
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| Y’all can say
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| What y’all want (What y’all want)
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| 'Cause I ain’t gon' leave (I ain’t gon' leave)
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| Leave these streets (Can't leave these streets)
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| 'Cause I got love
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| In these streets
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| And I ain’t gon' stop
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| What you know I want you to do
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| All my real niggas just die for these streets
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| Throw your hand up, c’mon, bounce with me
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| All my real niggas just die for these streets, c’mon
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| Throw your hand up, c’mon, bounce with me
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| All my real niggas just die for these streets, c’mon
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| Throw your hand up, c’mon, bounce with me
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| To all my real niggas just die for these streets, c’mon
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| C’mon, c’mon, bounce with me |