| Step out the door and i’m rollin slow motion
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| I’m finna get down with my G’s
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| Look 'round the crib and then pick up my keys
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| Hop in the Fo', then go so niggas don’t know
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| I’m puffin on that… REEFER,
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| That chronic that grow from the trees,
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| And now we smokin, throwin' up B’s,
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| And i got bone thugs on my team,
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| You know we steadily drinkin' that liquor,
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| Walk off in the club say wussup to my niggas and,
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| I’m stumbilin' into that hydro,
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| Look-at-me eyes low… with a pyro,
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| Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo,
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| I’m back to back in them blunts,
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| Now where-did-me light go
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| Before I get psycho, lets get high bro,
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| Sitting and choppin' with Krayzie,
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| Stuffin that haze inside-a-me swisha man,
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| Layzie, Flesh, Wish,.
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| And never forgetting my nigga Bizzy and,
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| Aimin' slow on Mr. Ouija,
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| Better know who the boss,
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| You don’t wanna get tossed in the river man,
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| East 99, on the grind, it’s feel the same,
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| Wish verse:
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| Got a call from Compton,
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| Celebratin' real niggas so you know that I’m comin,
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| Laced up,
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| Little bit of sun, little bit of fun,
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| They got love in Compton for Bone…
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| Little Hennessy
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| A little Cali green,
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| I’m floatin', chokin'
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| I’m gone,
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| Look for something to poke on,
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| I’m so high, got my Loc on,
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| But I’m so real
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| Life is so chill,
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| I’m a grown man,
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| Nigga, fo' real,
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| It’s mine (mine),
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| Cuz I’m spendin',
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| Keep my hustle on so Ima get it,
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| I’m in my own lane,
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| Nigga pay tolls,
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| Nigga no change, if anythang,
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| Betta have mine,
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| Before the party stops,
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| Nigga gun range…
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| BOP BOP!
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| Krayzie Bone Verse:
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| Well I’m in the back with a blunt,
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| Steady get it in
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| First to the last of the month,
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| Have 'em coming,
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| Niggas think i don’t smoke weed no mo'
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| Smell it, then I say pass the bong,
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| We having a celebration,
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| So gone I don’t even know what the occasion is,
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| Can’t even remember my name and shit,
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| Man look at what this nigga game done did,
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| This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track,
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| Put some purp in the blunt cuz I need that,.
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| Drink a 40 on my own in the zone,
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| Still I won’t get feedback,
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| Know the haters wanna see me,
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| For the love, a nigga bustin,
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| So I’m feelin' like I’m runnin' with the devil,
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| Everybody got the level when a nigga got me ready to roll,
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| And Hydro got me ready to blow…
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| Split that swisha,
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| Roll some mo',
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| If yall niggas ain’t know Bone can smoke,
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| Highly, Highly, High,
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| But on the lowly, lowly, low!
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| Tell me what they want,
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| A little bit of Bone,
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| With a little bit of Game,
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| Still the same,
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| Thugs swang,
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| Haters can hate if they want,
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| For me, It’s still a wonderful day!
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| Flesh Verse:
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| Hit 'em off the top like on the block,
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| It look like he just seen a ghost,
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| Got a 100 kids floating around in my hood,
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| And we going for broke,
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| Hit the weed and the blunts, lil bro,
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| And roll up some smoke,
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| Get 36 of that OG,
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| If it’s potent, tell 'em run the whole key,
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| All my niggas down in the land getting that GWAP,
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| Hustlin', eatin', getting no sleep,
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| From Cleveland to Cali,
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| We runnin' man,
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| Wit' Game man,
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| We Chiefin' man,
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| It’s the 1st of tha month and we yawnin',
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| That’s my everyday agenda,
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| Red Strings,
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| Bigger heaters,
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| Five Thugs-N-Harmony members.
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| Layzie Verse:
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| My life is a movie,
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| It’s just like a party,
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| I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui,
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| Wow-eee,
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| Early in the morning, the room is still cloudy,
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| All night long,
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| My thugs is just rowdy,
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| All we do it for a celebration,
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| We celebrate life in the fast lane,
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| And never we hesitate,
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| Only we demonstrate,
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| Original cash game,
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| Mix it up with the hash, man,
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| I might let you hit it,
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| But never do ask, man,
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| That miracle, lyrical, Mary-jay-wanna my sponser,
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| That’s why I don’t have pain,
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| L-Burna gon' have thangs,
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| My mission is music,
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| Foe tha love of tha money,
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| Always reppin' that Eazy-E,
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| What he gave me,
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| You can’t take that from me,
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| B-O-N-E, to the T-H-U-G,
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| To the G-A-M-E,
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| Got the game on lock,
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| Lock, lock, lock, lock,
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| But rock it, don’t stop,
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| Party over here,
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| Better call the cops, (Cuz it’s hot),
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| The buddah keep penetratin',
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| We celebratin',
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| Real niggas made it,
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| No longer me-need-a-me hair braided,
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| Just chiefin' in my Wahoo,
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| Faded, Faded!
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| Bizzy Verse:
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| We havin' a celebration,
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| Love to stay high,
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| Out of my Khakis,
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| Out of my Gucci,
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| And I’m gonna roll something, when I roll,
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| When I roll that «OOOO-WEEE,» Hey,
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| Let me put it back,
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| Gotta love that,
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| Put it out?
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| Fuck that!
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| Little Henny on the side in the ride,
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| Better make it alright,
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| Not much time lookin' back,
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| Better handle my business here,
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| Puff-Puff, Pass,
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| And my last,
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| Gotta leave a little baggy in the air,
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| Gotta put a little love in the glass,
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| My legendary, level-headed peers,
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| Grab a buckle when I buck 'em with a beer,
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| Sell the doe from the back of the stairs,
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| That’s when it was Clair, (Clair, clair…)
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| But thanks to Game and this life,
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| To keep HipHop alive for the ones alive,
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| And even my niggas that’s dead and gone,
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| Everytime in smoke,
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| And it’s like them niggas still live on,
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| Hustlin', I still do it,
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| Celebrate and elevate your mind,
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| Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin',
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| Everybody on the 1st still high (high, high, high…) |