| Representin
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| Strictly Westside, nigga
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| South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse
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| Check the technique, nigga
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| Representin for my real niggas out there
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| Fuck all you buster-ass niggas
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| Word
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| Saturday night in L.A., time to play
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| My beepers hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
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| I’m packin two gats and I wish I could carry more
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| Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before
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| Yeah, I know the feds watch me
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| But my vest clashes hard with the Versace
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| So I’m just rollin in the black five hun'
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| I used to lowride, now it’s just for fun
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| I had 5 cars, but now I got one
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| Hard to keep up ballin when you’re on the run
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| I got two ki’s in my trunk and a shovel
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| Stepped on the one, so now I gots double
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| The shovel’s for drama, need I say more?
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| Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor
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| That’s for the other strap, the automatic type
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| I gotta keep it close in case shit gets hype
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| Got a bitch in jail, she didn’t snitch, she did three
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| I’mma have to roll solo till they set her free
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| Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees
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| But they got all day, so now it’s just me
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| And I’mma kick this slang until the day I die
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| I can’t go straight, I won’t even try
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| I’m stuck in the game, so don’t ask me why
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| It’s life in L. A
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| Long Beach and Compton are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where the shit goes down
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| Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they loans on
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| So I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on
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| He told me bout this nigga who won’t pay
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| He also said he knew excactly where the muthafucka stay
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| So I went and got some homies I hang with
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| Some crazy muthafuckas who I used to bang with
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| We took a trip to his crib
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| I snatched his ho and his kids, and this is what we did
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| I tied they punk ass up
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| I cracked the safe with an axe, and then the phones we cut
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| I didn’t hurt his wife
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| But I promised next time that I would take her life
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| I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body
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| Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party
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| Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
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| Had a partner tried to play me and his cap I peeled
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| Now I rest with my finger on my heater
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| Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| New York and Philly are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| Frisco and Oakland are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down
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| I use to sling enough water you could float a boat
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| You could ski on the mountains of fuckin coke
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| But now most niggas serve chronic
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| So I let em check the bank, and then I’m all up on it
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| I serve em with a cute ho
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| In a week they tell my bitches 'bout all they dough
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| Then I jack and I kill
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| The jack’s for the money, the kill’s for thrills
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| I got 9'000 blacks that still serve crack
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| Got a bitch who works the Plaza too on the track
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| Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewels
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| Got some little kids that move my fuckin dope in schools
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| Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
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| Got a bigger body count than fuckin Norman Bates
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| I’m a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme
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| I’m livin out the hustler dream
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| Houston and Atlanta are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where that shit goes down
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| Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the way
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| Some think he’s cool, I think he’s DEA
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| He said he want it bad, he heard that I got it good
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| I bagged up ten ki’s of flour and met him in the hood
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| I met him at my spot, cause I know it’s cool
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| Pat him down on sight to remove his tool
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| I made him name 10 niggas he should know
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| But that still ain’t shit in the game of blow
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| He asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cash
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| He reached for that briefcase too fast
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| A fuckin pig, yo, he thought he had the jump
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| I had my nigga in the closet with a bull pump
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| And now there’s fuckin shot-up body all on the floor
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| But that’s what the shovel’s for…
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| Newark and Miami are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| Detroit and Chicago are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where that shit goes down
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| D.C. and Cleveland are some down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where the shit goes down
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| I lowride and I sag and cuss
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| I cover my face with the rag and bust
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| I know all my niggas live in down-ass towns
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| But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes down |