| Cen Cal terrain, soak up game
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| Where graff writers bomb trains
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| And poets is smoked out with dope in they veins
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| Need a toast to the post where we hang
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| Dialect unmatched
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| Gotta adapt to the slang that’s spoke, a West coast thing
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| Out of town niggas get took out the frame
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| Just for thinkin' every hood’s the same
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| Especially where I’m from, we live by the gun
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| Put money over bitches, and die over funds
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| You could lie in the trunk or at the blink
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| Of an eye get jumped, can’t say we seen it all
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| But we can say we saw enough
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| Survive when the times got rough
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| And the money got low, houses got raided
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| We was at the park gettin' faded, not a care in the world
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| «West coast in ya area»
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| «From the streets of the 'No»
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| «5−5-9» «My birthplace» «L-A»
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| «Where I’m comin' from»
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| «The Coast of the Pacific»
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| Another two days, the sun set, they lose like touche
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| Too bad, I was off the head like toupees
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| Got home off two planes, toothaches
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| To-day, myspace, two-thousand plays
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| Last call for alcohol’s 2AM
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| On a Tuesday night, we was sayin'
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| Know this our way, LA party crashin'
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| We from here, y’all talk funny, y’all got the accents
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| East slopes to the beach, post up each
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| Every day, new trees, Cali green
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| Green leafs, weed medicine cards
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| Streets got eyes in 3D
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| Still peep, polluted air when I sleep
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| Fuckin' up the count in my sheep
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| The far left, I’m part of the next
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| Shine different, work hard, not gonna bottle the stress
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| Skate parks jumpin', one-time focus
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| Young niggas pumpin', hoodrats scopin'
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| At the bus stop, brothers might slide through dumpin'
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| Broad daylight outside like «fuck it»
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| Hood rich, we drive-by in buckets
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| With chrome 22's on the side, call it stuntin'
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| Flamboyant young hustlers and
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| Couch bums who amounted to nothin'
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| Mouthpiece help me get dough
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| Out a chick in the mall buyin' fresh clothes
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| Some broads got burned out
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| Erica turned 17 and got turned out
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| That’s how we live in the streets of the F
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| Paranoid so I sleep wit a Tec, valley of death
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| I’m from the Sunshine State, but we livin' in darkness
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| Be smart nigga, enter with caution, it’s F-C |