| These fuckin' vatos homeboy
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| Just don’t know when to shut the fuck up ey
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| I mean, they cry like little fuckin' girls and shit, you know?
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| It’s like, what the fuck is your problem perro?
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| Quit your cryin' bitches, no llores
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| Pobresito has an issue
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| Here’s some tissue
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| Toughen up big guy, don’t cry, dry your eyes
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| It’s ok, maybe someday you’ll find your way without me
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| But if you play, you pay
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| You couldn’t fuck with me on your best day on my worst day
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| Been rappin' for a long time, it still sounds like your first day
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| What’s worst ey, you think that you put it down like I do
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| I know you’d like to but you can’t do
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| That’s just somethin' that you can’t do
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| Boo hoo hoo poor you
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| (Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)
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| Quit your cryin' bitches
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| Boo hoo hoo poor you
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| Dry your eyes, no need to cry
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| Keep your pillow dry
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| (Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry)
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| Quit your cryin' bitches
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| Boo hoo hoo poor you
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| (Hey wait a minute dawg, wait a fuckin' minute holmes)
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| Where the fuck do you get off talkin' shit about my neighborhood?
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| Comin' from you it don’t mean shit 'cause I know you never claimed a hood
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| I’ve been drunk in this town, high in this town
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| Shot for my town, brought up in this town
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| Puttin' it down, good times and bad
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| Hop in the Cad, just fuckin' around
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| And doin' the things that you never did as a kid, but you wish you did
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| So the things you say now wouldn’t be bullshit
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| Never did shit, never will do shit
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| I’m from S. D 858 but I know you’re a 619er
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| Ese Lil Rob, San Diego, no one does it tighter
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| Pass the fuckin' wire
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| (Wait a minute, let me get this right then dawg)
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| He disses him, then he disses him
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| Then he misses him, then they’re friends again
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| I’m on the other end, smokin' pot with a plot to win
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| Now they’re dissin' me, it’s obvious to see
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| They’re tryin get the best of me
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| They’re not affectin' me physically or mentally
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| Wasn’t time to mess with me, this shit was meant for me
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| It was meant to be, sad to see you’re sad, too bad you’re mad
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| But I’m workin' on my platinum plaque
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| Then after that they’re back to back
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| I’ve got places to go, people to see
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| Go to a show and they’re waitin' for me
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| Better than that, they’re payin' for me
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| It’s no wonder why you been cryin' lately
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| (Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry) |