| Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that
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| Santana you can’t do this, Santana you can’t do that
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| Man why I can’t I just smoke a blunt and be me That’s how I feel.
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| Okay it’s Santana, I’m back again
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| You know what man? |
| What? |
| What?
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| This is… Yea
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| You fuckas don’t know a damn thing about me (Nope)
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| A piece, a part, a hamstring about me The streets my heart you can’t get it out me, it’s
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| You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones
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| I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home)
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| So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere
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| Misery, loves company, I don’t respect that there
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| Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to Being the black Lagrosta Nostra
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| Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek’s my big cousin
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| Killa’s my big nigga, also my big brother
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| We are the Dip family, get a grip family
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| Nothin alive can divide this family
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| So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best
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| The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh)
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| The game itself don’t notice your stress
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| You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No)
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| That’s not the way to go, but that’s the way you’ll go If you don’t get up off you ass and find a way to go Streets to rap, yea that’s the way I went
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| Now its beats and rhymes, that’s the way I pay the rent
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| Fuck what ya think nigga
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| Cause this is.
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| Niggaz know me |