| Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air
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| Come on lets…
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| And you know, we keep the party jumpin'
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| So lets keep those 40s comin'
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| Come on down to the city of LA
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| Where we ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| You know how we keep it bumpin’everyday, baby
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| We ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| Where I ride with jdog
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| And it’s like, okay, basically
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| We get shitfaced and crazy
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| We’re screaming «FUCK THE POLICE!»
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| J-just like easy (??) and Charlie
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| We mix it over a heartbeat, and run with the Undead Army!
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| And you don’t need to see the best of me The best MC, its just a beat, produce the feeds that makes me mean
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| That seems to be what makes me scream
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| So what up?!
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| Let’s roll the town fucked up!
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| Yo south LA show love (??)!
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| Yo JDOG, wait, just hold up Take my mic, my (?) showed up!
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| Come on down to the city of LA
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| Where we ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| You know how we keep it bumpin’everyday, baby
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| We ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| We’re six Caucasians, hell raisin'
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| Blazin', making zero pay
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| Can’t wait to drink to stop the pain
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| To call Funny
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| To ride with me My pants are so low, I’m sippin’on this 4−0
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| Rollin’in the fo’do'
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| Producer, me, and four ho’s
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| OH NO!
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| The 5−0's rollin’cold, I didn’t stop, but tried to smoke
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| Container’s open, Funny’s smokin'
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| I think I’m chokin'
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| It’s time to go (OH)
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| This midnight tale let’s keep it rollin'
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| Keep the fuckin and (?) flowin'
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| Los Angeles we keep it goin'
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| Undead is what we’re throwin'
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| Come on down to the city of LA
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| Where we ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| You know how we keep it bumpin’everyday, baby
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| We ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| I keep 'em blowin’on my Head keeps gettin’fatter everyday, baby
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| On TV ya better listen 'cause you know they’ll play me In the club, you in the corner while my shit go crazy
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| And I got my soldiers in the back so you don’t wanna face me And when your girl look up at me, I’m lookin’right down
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| And all that yappin', you know you gon’get a smack down
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| I stick around to keep it mad while the crowd’s loud
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| In the city of LA; |
| that’s my hometown
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| Come on down to the city of LA
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| Where we ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy
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| You know how we keep it bumpin’everyday, baby
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| We ride with gangsta’s and the pimpins’easy |