| Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
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| I’ve been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove
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| Bust it out with «Act a Fool»
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| When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
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| Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
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| Had to play the part for the G’s on the block
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| So I bought a blue rag, bought a black Glock
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| Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
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| The Westside of Compton over where the dead laid
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| On Greenleaf and Central, where niggas get mental
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| For a dollar, makin punk niggas holla
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| I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some 'gnac
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| While the homies stripped cars in the back
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| Lifestyles of the short and broke
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| Ain’t worried bout shit, cause I’m a down ass loc
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| So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
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| Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good
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| Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane’s
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| Got 'em jumpin out they shit like the House of Pain
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| Yeah, a young man with the grown man’s gun
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| Tryin to stay full while he’s livin in the slum
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| I used to bang on fools like I was goin insane
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| From a notorious Compton gang
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| It’s King Tee, strapped «IV Life»
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| Cause I don’t trust niggas, I use the middle finger for the trigger
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| Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky
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| For the homies that died, and don’t know why
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| It’s the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
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| Makin hard niggas hit the deck
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| Lifestyles of the short and broke
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| Ain’t worried bout shit, cause I’m a down ass loc |