| I gots game like Monopoly
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| Ain’t no nigga stoppin' me
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| From doin' what I gotta do, so fuck you and you too
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| Your whole crew is weak, so peep
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| Sit back for a second, let this real nigga speak
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| Tweak off the shit that I say is true
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| And like my girl Brat, I’m gonna give it to you
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| Through, the heartaches and tears and pain
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| I would never ever change I’d always stay the same
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| I aim to be the shit when I spits my verse
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| I gets my point across, that’s why you hear me curse
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| First, the turf where I dwell it’s on
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| Niggas be slippin' straight catchin' two to the dome
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| The zone, that I’m in is oh so bad
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| We dropped some dope albums and we started a fad
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| Oh, if you ain’t know where I’m from
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| We be flowin'
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| And this is dedicated to the one’s who ain’t knowin
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| Who’s them niggas wit the cavvy shit
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| Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click
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| Who’s them niggas with the cavvy flow
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| It’s them long beach niggas if you didn’t know
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| Who’s them niggas droppin' cavvy shit
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| Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click
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| Who’s them niggas with the cavvy flow
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| It’s them long beach niggas if you didn’t know
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| A nigga feelin' good on that up and up
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| Cuz a nigga’s not fuckin' up like before
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| (Makin' money) Makin' more
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| Doin' tours around the state
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| As I regulate and penetrate
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| Those in the crowd who drove miles
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| (To see Hostyle)
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| And Lil Hd blows up the spot
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| Groupie hoes jock and jealous muthafuckas try to plot
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| People be wildin' but I be hostylin'
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| Tryin' to keep my muthafuckin' income steady pilin'
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| (By doin' what?) By bustin' all these doggy ass raps
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| On these doggy ass tracks
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| Gettin' paid by ASCAP
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| I’m stayin' true
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| Nigga I ain’t bellin' wit that nigga Big Frank Stank
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| Makin' more hits than Hank
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| Damn! |
| It’s that nigga Sam on the loose
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| I’m comin' through like Ice Cube
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| Walkin' in my black boots
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| Oops! |
| My style is stainless
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| I’m flippin' shit like Reglagainus
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| That nigga Quick Ta Mac crept up up on yo anus
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| Who’s them niggas wit the cavvy shit
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| Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click
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| Who’s them niggas with the cavvy flow
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| It’s them long beach niggas if you didn’t know
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| Who’s them niggas droppin' cavvy shit
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| Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click
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| Who’s them niggas with the cavvy flow
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| It’s them long beach niggas if you didn’t know
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| Yeah eastside riders in this mutha
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| Total Track in this muthafucka
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| For the ninety-see-i-yi-yi-zix, biatch.
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| Now ain’t this a trip, Quick Ta Mac
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| We got niggas who hate us
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| And hoes all up on our sac (Why's that?)
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| Cuz it’s a whole lot of jealousy and envy
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| Behind my back they enemies
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| But in my face they friends of me
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| (Damn, is that how it be?)
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| Yup that’s why we gettin' jocked by them hoes
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| We used to clown back in '93
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| (Groupies) Is what we call 'em
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| They only want the ballin'
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| And they shake the spot fast
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| When your paper’s pilin' farther
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| So nigga pick up your ends
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| And hop up off your bitch
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| And stop spendin' all your money
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| On the hoes wit the contact lens
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| You better come to your senses
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| And keep your dollas and yo cent-ses
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| In your pockets where they go
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| And never trust no hoe
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| Cuz if you slip then they’ll dip
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| In your money clip
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| Talk behind your back
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| And spread some rumors 'bout some funny shit
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| So take heed to the shit we be flowin'
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| And this is dedicated to the ones who ain’t knowin' |