| Hmmm huh huh…
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| Woooooo…
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| Yeyah…
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| It’s Dru Down baby
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| Yeyah.
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| Comin straight from that izno…
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| No play…
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| Matta fact…
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| Listen to my… baby
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m doin' what I gotta do, stayin' true to tha crew
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m deep down and dirty, I grew up hella early
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I fantasize about tha dreams, havin' big fancy things
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| Can you feel me?
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| I can still remember when I stole my first diamond ring
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| O.K., I’m deep down and dirty
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| You heard me before
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| But I’mma kick this shit
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| Like I be kickin' in some front doors
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| Now po-po or 5−0
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| Straight on that real
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| Always been real
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| Fifteen blocks down tha
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| Street from that feel
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| But still see
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| Niggas have got it wrong
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| That po-po is 5−0
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| And that is my ho
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| Come and see me some time
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| Bust a rim and bust a rhyme
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| After that I fucked that Remy
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| Bust a rhyme and get a dime
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| And lets smoke, choke
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| Until the break of dusk
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| Fuck that bitch dawn
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| And puttin' a penny in my palm
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| Understand this
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| I rolls deep in tha five
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| I’ve been down with tha five
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| I gets dirty in tha five
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| And do a hoo ride. |
| (Why?)
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| That is tha question
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| Devils be guessin'
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| Don’t question, stressin'
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| Livin' in tha ghetto
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| Hello!
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| Ya betta hear me
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| And if ya don’t
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| Ya betta really try to feel me…
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m doin' what I gotta do, stayin' true to tha crew
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m deep down and dirty, I grew up hella early
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I fantasize about tha dreams, havin' big fancy things
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| Can you feel me?
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| I can still remember when I stole my first diamond ring
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| Momma always told me
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| It’d be days like this
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| So I took myself to Traders
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| Bought myself a fo-fifth
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| And some clips
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| Shit was gettin' hectic
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| Check this nigga’s try ta wrecka
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| Veteran etcetera
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| And I bet ya ya life has never been a taken like, I’m deep down and
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| Dirty early
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| But see Pearly
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| At tha age of three
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| Took my ass in
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| Beause my momma was deceased
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| I still ended up a with tha gangsta
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| Comin' from tha street
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| Talkin' mentality, causin' casualties
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| Don’t be mad at me
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| I’m D.D., pimp playa O.G.,
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| Born up in tha city of tha O.A.K.L.A.N.D
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| Ghetto-bound hustla, no sucka, serious about my bussiness
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| What is this? |
| Now dig this, I overnite became rich
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| I’m me, not tha ordinary nigga from tha street
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| Grew up, threw up, to what I wanted to be, and what I sing…
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m doin' what I gotta do, stayin' true to tha crew
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m deep down and dirty, I grew up hella early
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I fantasize about tha dreams, havin' big fancy things
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| Can you feel me?
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| I can still remember when I stole my first diamond ring
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| It didn’t matta my money was gettin' low, I’m on tha struggle
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| Whatever a nigga go fo, he gots me on tha double
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| But solo, cause niggas be bitches and snitches at tha same time
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| But I’m, a go and get my nine
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| And find these niggas who be talkin' a hell of a lot a to
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| These bitches, these bitches who be talkin' a hell of a lot a to these
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| Niggas who be riggas, but I’m a go and hit and do a diggum smack
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| And take to yo' ass back to tha future
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| Smoke super, I’m rollin' in tha six eight Couger
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| A Ruger, a mastermind like Lex Luger
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| It ain’t no thang, like a chicken wing
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| With a waffle from Roscoe’s, our mission
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| Is never impossible. |
| Not fo me see, so fuck that old series, you stuck
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| On that screen I laugh, I’m over mescaline. |
| Aha ha ha… I see a
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| Dream as a triple beam, with hella dough from a mutha fucka, with no
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| Cut bro…
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m doin' what I gotta do, stayin' true to tha crew
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I’m deep down and dirty, I grew up hella early
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| Can you feel me?
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| I said I fantasize about tha dreams, havin' big fancy things
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| Can you feel me?
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| I can still remember when I stole my first diamond ring
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| Yeyah…
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| Can you feel me?
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| Grew up, threw up, to what I wanted to be and what I sing
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| Can you feel me?
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| Can ya, can ya…
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| That’s what I want fo you to feel me… |