| Back when I was growing up
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| Eazy-E, Dr. Dre, MC Ren
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| And then NWA were blowing up
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| Fuck the police, had it sewn up
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| Middle fingers to the law
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| Everybody throw it up
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| Back when Ice Cube left with it
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| Young (?) started Ice-T, made the feds
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| Take em off the charts
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| And Too $hort had em screaming out «BITCH»
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| And had the whole west coast banging out hits
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| I started banging around the same time
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| Dre drop The Chronic, by the time Doggystyle dropped I was a smokeaholic
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| puffing on California’s bombest
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| I had 20 in the looneys, had 5 on it
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| I was raised in the days of AKs
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| And homies posted up in them alleys with spray paint
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| And gangsta rap will just describe how us gangstas act
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| Smoking up on a sack, banging Roger & Zapp
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| This is music to me, the soundtrack to my life helping me make my wrong’s turn
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| to rights
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| This is music to me, a way to reminisce smoking out making music like this
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| This is music to me, it’s something I’m addicted to, can’t you tell in this
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| music that I’m giving you
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| This is music to me, it helped me come from nothing to something,
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| giving everybody something thats bumping
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| Now alot rappers got down
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| Representing kept it true
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| But up until that point
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| Now get a brown point of view
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| Then Lighter Shade came
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| And everybody bumped it
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| «Chillin at the park on a Sunday Night», I loved it
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| Then Kid Frost came and hit em with «La Raza»
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| Slowly opened up doors now Lil Rob watcha
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| Then Proper Dos came with underground heat
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| We’re at it again with Frank V and Ernie G
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| These were the things that I bumped coming up on my neighborhood smoking on
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| skunk
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| These were the songs I used to bang to, slang caine to, act up and go insane to
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| This is the soundtrack to my life putting in work and straight smashing through
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| the nights
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| I used to think of rhymes myself just to escape the sights, turn the system up
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| and close my eyes
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| This is music to me, the soundtrack to my life helping me make my wrong’s turn
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| to rights
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| This is music to me, a way to reminisce smoking out making music like this
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| This is music to me, it’s something I’m addicted to, can’t you tell in this
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| music that I’m giving you
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| This is music to me, it helped me come from nothing to something,
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| giving everybody something that’s bumping
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| I used to love music so much
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| I use to sit in front of the radio listen to 92.3
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| And 106 on the stereo had a cassette all ready
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| In the tape deck, push and record on different tracks
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| I get couldn’t afford to get
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| But now shits change I make my own music in my own studio produce my own shit
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| I make fools head bob, from France to Japan, Italy and Vietnam
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| And back to the west coast
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| Where the music that influence me is still the best though
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| It’s the new west breed Mr. muthafucking Criminal from the HPG
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| This is music to me my heaviest addiction from morning to the night
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| I’m stuck in a position
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| Where music constantly flowing through my head, haha yea but at least I’m
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| getting bread from it
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| This is music to me, the soundtrack to my life helping me make my wrong’s turn
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| to rights
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| This is music to me, a way to reminisce smoking out making music like this
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| This is music to me, It’s something I’m addicted to, can’t you tell in this
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| music that I’m giving you
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| This is music to me, It helped me come from nothing to something,
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| giving everybody something that’s bumping |