| Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger
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| Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga
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| West Coast California livin nigga
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| Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone
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| Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone
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| Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown
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| Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam
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| In gangstaville where we shoot to kill
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| Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel
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| The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle
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| The hell-hound came through and drown the whale
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| Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail
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| Soak in a could of smoke then inhale
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| Hold it in neva exhale
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| Smoke whoever nigga’s zone I’m in, oh well
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| Fuck you and ya mama
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| Drama, holocaust through anaconda
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| Nigga, I’m blastin on you, you
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| Your homeboy your whole hood
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| Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz
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| On, onsite, let off on sight
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| Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz
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| Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
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| But I don’t give a shit you bitch cuz I’m a gangsta for life
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| It’s time to prepare, lil' nigga listen here
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| Get pairs like ten spears, your shit is his
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| Fist, five and five, and multitudes
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| Comin through bangin the five
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| Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride
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| I’m tired of all y’all rap is sawed off
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| Let off a belly, the Desert Eagle start yellin
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| Screamin, the path of a demon bellin
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| My all blue chucks all goin out right
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| Dippin through the back cuz it’s on onsite
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| The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone
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| Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him
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| If the bitches strip, we out six, foe’s
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| Like e’erday, Californ-I-A
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| I can’t explain it, the immaculate can’t be painted
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| Double-four's dump it on my lap for comfort
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| For you, you
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| Your homeboy your whole hood
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| Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz
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| On, onsite, let off on sight
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| Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz
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| Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
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| But I don’t give a shit you bitch cuz I’m a gangsta for life
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| Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone
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| Spread throughout the plains like a plague
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| Back to the G’s and fools
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| With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool
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| Hit 'em hard like weights
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| Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches
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| Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake
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| I’ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes
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| I’ma crack the plate
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| I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja
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| I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite
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| The sytem’s assistance to get up in this
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| Dogg Pound, California you can’t fuck with this
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| Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger
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| Two shots just a killa to the head
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| Fuck you, you
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| Your homeboy your whole hood
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| Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz
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| On, onsite, let off on sight
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| Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz
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| Fuck ya’ll-you, you
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| Your homeboy your whole hood
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| Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz
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| On, onsite, let off on sight
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| Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz
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| Fuck all you, you
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| Your homeboy your whole hood
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| Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz
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| On, onsite, let off on sight
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| Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz
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| Fuck ya’ll-you, you
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| Your homeboy your whole hood
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| Fuck ya’ll punk bitch made niggaz
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| On, onsite, let off on sight
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| Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya’ll niggaz
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| Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
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| But I don’t give a shit you bitch cuz I’m a gangsta for life |