| This is magical!
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| Oh wow! |
| Look at this!
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| Yeah
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| Rest in peace Huell Houser,
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| You repped Cali better than most
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| I rolled a fatty up in your honor
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| And blew out the Netherlands smoke
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| Now now now, let the evidence show
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| That I’m a veteran down to the bone (bone)
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| Check the measurements, peep my residence
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| Let the councilmen know (know)
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| Corduroy house slippers (slippers)
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| Polaroid fan pictures
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| Baby sister, held by mama
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| Daddy holding 80's liquor,
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| Never had a baby sitter, would’ve fucked my babysitter (sitter)
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| Rolled around my block with a crew of crazy sinners
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| Grew up on hopito, hot cheetos, and lots of kilos
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| I saw eagles turn our trios to duos then down to solo
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| Yeah we lost one, we lost two
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| They shot Richard, they got Drew
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| We lit candles and made shirts
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| We made sure that they’re moms cool (true)
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| That was '02, that was 10 years ago
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| When I started rhyming and overused the word «lyrical»
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| Damn that was bad, damn that was way back (back)
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| I got way better, how’d you fucking stay wack? |
| (wack)
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| Damn that was bad, damn that was way back
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| Damn that was bad, damn that was way back
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| Damn that was bad, damn that was way back
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| I got way better, how’d you fucking stay wack?
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| Man I served fools, and filled shoes, from sunset to mildew
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| I walked about like forty blocks, through bright reds and dark blues
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| Leimert Park, my rap school, they rap fast and pack tools
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| You rap wack, then come back, you will get your ass booed
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| Fast food and swisher sweets, through bulletproof glass (glass)
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| Hoodrats, pajama pants with a big ol' ass (ass)
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| First thing my friend asked «I'd smash, would you smash?»
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| We both laughed, we both smashed
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| Then passed her off to our young lads
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| Little bruh, the young homies, going around being unholy
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| Sneaking into Sam’s Hofbrau
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| If I had some ones on me, lap dance
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| She’d feel around, like I might have some guns on me
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| All the girls we messed around with
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| Nah, they weren’t no nuns homie (nah)
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| That was '05, when my homie had a son (son)
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| I was telling every girl she the only one
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| Dam that was cold, damn that was old times
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| Used to fool around with hoes that would go the whole 9
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| Damn that was cold, damn that was old times
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| Damn that was cold, damn that was old times
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| Damn that was cold, damn that was old times
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| Used to fool around with hoes that would go the whole 9
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| Oh wow! |