| You are now tuned in to the golden state
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| To all my niguhs on the streets and behind closed gates
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| Continue to maintain daily and carry the weight
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| And all my folks on the outside continue to rise
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| Finally released to the rest of the nation, anticipation
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| Was killin’me, my niguh flex said niguhs is feelin’me
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| Larger than life baby with crazy respect
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| You know these alkaholik niguhs guaranteed to get you wet
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| Don’t sweat the technique cause i was put on the street
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| To delete the weak minded, if you’ve got beef then grind it Most niggaz is blinded by the glamour and glitz
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| But i don’t fuck with that shit
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| Your only dope was your last hit
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| Constantly lit up from the place where we hit 'em
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| In the wrong hair dresser have you leavin’in an ambulance stretcher
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| Xzibit heard a thousand strikes
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| I give a fuck about five mics, and kerosine lights
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| All i need is my royalty checks my ice cold becks
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| So bitch you dig ruff sex with funkmaster flex
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| Bringin’it live from my tape deck from n.y.c.
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| To the we.s.t. |
| switch the x to the z You are now tuned in to the golden state
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| To all my niggaz on the streets and behind closed gates
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| Continue to maintain daily and carry the wieght
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| And all my folks on the outside continue to rise |