| I grew up on it what I wanna do is like a alcoholic
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| On the streets they crazy grew up on the streets that’s what made me
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| We grew up where we grew up always stay strapped straight blued up
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| Gang banging like a youngsta fuck school homes I’m a hustler
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| Mothafuckers stuck em so we came back and snuffed em
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| Touched em with some bullet wounds now we high off mothafuckin mushrooms
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| Plateau just like a sun warrior but we locos from the streets destroyin ya
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| Employin ya if you slingin rocks up all night ese fuck the cops
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| Game riches like some ballers me and my homies see like shakala
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| Follow us to the room lets straight fuck with the hood rats chillin that’s part
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| of growin up
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| That’s the part of growin up from the streets where I’m from
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| Bangin till the woods fall off hangin out in the sun
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| Fuck school ese (fuck it) I’m an Allie from the west
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| Born and raised in this mothafuckin gangsta shit
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| Fist fights for the late nights a homie died his mama cried
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| All night drinkin away all day smoking the bomb hay
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| Past away just another day hardest ways that’s how we stay
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| LA, CA, SGV’s my home place my home away make you bang the sur
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| For the riders on the street we stay pure run up test us like the metal homie
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| don’t give a fuck
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| Don’t trust a bitch that flirts hit it and quit it a thief from birth
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| Worst of the worst and we throwin it up and guess what muthafuckers that’s how
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| we grew up
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| Jail time blue line walkin in a county south side
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| Phone calls no broads stuck for life from juvenile halls
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| Kids play but we roamin all my OG homies in and out the pen
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| Revenge in the hall what we started don’t fall apart
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| Wal-Mart a little robbery want gun play I got 50 Cs
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| Enemies and friends of me they fell off but I’m still here G
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| Society causes getup but I’m wiser than the rest did I stutter muthafuckers
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| Muthafuckers and that’s what’s up cut throat levas that’s how we grew up |