| Same fiends in the hood, chasing the best dope
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| Project hustling, chasing them pesos
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| It’s a struggle everyday, man, you know how this shit goes
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| But my demeanor’ll never switch, cherry red beamer
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| Gangbanged the fuck out, red rag around the nina
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| No doubt, I’m living it
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| Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
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| Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
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| Deport ya asses back, where’s my strap?
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| Lemme put a hole in 'em, and what’s concealed in the black denim
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| Will rock 'em to sleep like I babysit 'em
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| I seen it all — loyalty, betrayal, envy
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| My close homie died in my arms
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| 12 hundred project units under the sun
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| Ain’t about where you at, it’s about where you’re from
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| Welcome to Watts, California
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| Where we ain’t scared to run up on ya
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| You ain’t prepared when it go down
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| You already dead right about now
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| Welcome to Watts, California
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| Where we ain’t scared to run up on ya
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| If you’re prepared when it go down
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| Then you know it’s Jay Rock turn now
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| The homie told me, «Put your feelings aside»
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| But since I got signed I been feeling the Vibes
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| Niggas play the background and screw they face all day
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| Wanna walk in my shoes, wanna take my place
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| So at any given time they might take my life
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| So I take the .38 when I ride at night
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| Broad day, no exempt, niggas kill you when the sun is out
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| Make sure your gun is out or stay inside your mama house
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| It’s that real, you don’t feel me yet?
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| Fine, niggas, drop the beat and just let me vent
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| No mask on, fuck around and kill your whole squad
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| Be the last person you see before you meet god
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| Keep the rifle on top of the tripod
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| Aim art, if you live your body might need parts
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| Jay Rock, putting it down for Top Dawg
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| From the bottom to the top, we shooting straight for the stars |