| «Next to the Pacific, to be specific»
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| «Right next to the Pacific, to be specific»
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| «Right next to the Pacific, to be specific»
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| --] Lil' Rob
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| Got static
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| Like on my 45"s, handles static with .45's (Yeah)
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| Chicano gangster life (That's right)
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| I got three dots
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| It took three shots to put three vatos in the place, I mean, their plots (Yeah)
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| Thought they were bad motherfuckers
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| I guess they’re not (Fuck that)
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| I’m up in this, and I’m a give it what I got
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| And if I fail
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| Dust it off and give it one more shot
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| I’m in a laid out
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| Chevy in the parking lot
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| You dawgs don’t bite
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| But you sure do bark a lot (It's all you do)
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| Yeah
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| My Range is wide like my gangster wife (Yeah)
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| And those are white
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| Like my gangster nights
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| Are fucking tight (That's right)
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| I like the freaks that come out at night
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| I’m from the west, you know, the left
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| Where it feels so right
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| Pre-Chorus: Lil' Rob
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| I’m bringing it back
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| And I’m a rep the west like this (And I won’t quit, shit)
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| I know they ain’t expectin' this (I'll handle it)
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| It couldn’t be that homeboy, yes it is
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| I’m bringing it back (That's right)
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| I’m bringing it back (Simon)
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| I’m bringing it back
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| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west
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| Bring it back now
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| But, the west, just never left
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| Never back down
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| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west
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| Homeboy
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| I’m bringing it back (That's right)
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| I’m bringing it back (Simon)
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| They call me Lil' Rob, homie (Lil' Rob)
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| But I’m doin' it big
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| I’m fuckin' sick like a stylist, I’m splittin' your wig (Splitting your wig)
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| Rhymes blow your brain back, I know it already did (Already did)
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| If it hasn’t, it’s about to fuckin' flip your lids
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| Still roll on thirteen inch Daytons with the two chron knock off (Uh hun)
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| The bow tie
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| Dayton stand, don’t accept no knock offs (That's right)
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| I take it out
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| And go bust the shots off (Yeah)
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| Vatos want some pedo
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| Then I’m bustin' shots off
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| Gone through crosswalks
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| Vibrate the streets
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| Like Fingazz
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| Vibrates his teeth
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| When he’s working the talkbox
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| We’re getting sick with it
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| They say, «That song is sick
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| The beat is tight (That's right)
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| And I love the way he’s spittin'»
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| Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus
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| I’m bringing it back
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| The west coast
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| Right next to the Pacific Ocean
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| The west side
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| Yeah
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| The left side
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| Hook: Lil' Rob
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| Right next, to the Pacific
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| To, to be specific
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| That, that’s where we kick it
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| Where, where we get wicked
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| Flick, the switch and dip it
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| Lift, it up and tip it
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| Pack, the bomb and grip it
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| Take, the mic and rip
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| Right next, to the Pacific
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| To, to be specific
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| That, that’s where we kick it
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| Where, where we get wicked
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| Flick, the switch and dip it
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| Lift, it up and tip it
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| Repeat Pre-Chorus & Chorus
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| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)
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| But, the west, just never left (Hey)
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| Bring back, bring back, the west, the west (Hey)
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| Oooh, oooh, oooh, I’m bringing it back |