| I’m in the crime lab, see hm
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| Can I talk to y’all?
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| Hi Power shit man
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| See, when you doin' something for a long time you get good at it
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| Come on okay, baby you got your shoes on?
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| Because we finna get out here in Pomona
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| And dip down low and we gonna get our groove on
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| I’m in the studio with Capone-E and Criminal
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| It’s like that homeboy, so subliminal
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| Shooting pool smoking big big blunts
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| Like that motherfucker having real big fun
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| And Suga Free burning candles of basketball
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| Coming smooth like that I ain’t wit y’all
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| Thought I was gone, nigga I’m right back here
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| Nigga on the microphone
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| Spittin' dope shit, P-Town
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| Pomona west 30 minutes from L.A. and we the best
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| Haha fairplex dippin' in a trey
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| Third wheel in the sky with a slab
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| Suga Free nigga came right back
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| Smell my muthafucking finger
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| Nigga this a jack
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| You better quit fucking with me
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| What have I done to you or of you
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| Suga Free
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| You better quit fucking with me
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| I’m on medication, and I’ll get you hiiigh
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| I’m straight dippin' through the streets of California in the summertime
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| Still repping the west coast, Hi Power southern side
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| That’s how we do it in the west
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| All day long smoking on the bomb no stress
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| And I’m rolling through the P-Town
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| Got the top drop rolling with the beat loud
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| That’s how it goes in California
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| My homie Suga Free is pimping hoes in California
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| They say it never rains, it never snows in California
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| The homies gang bang that’s how it goes in California
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| And hustlers still be making that money man
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| Slanging bundles of that crystal, Mary Jane and that cocaine
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| Everybody making their profits
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| And the one times tripping but they still can’t stop it
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| Still got the Glock in my pocket
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| West coast pop lockin
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| Cali still keeping it popping
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| Tell me if you wanna ride with a G
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| Take a trip out to the big bad Cali
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| It’s H-P-G till the day I D-I-E
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| Making money everyday smoking weed
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| Fuck a freestyle I don’t bust for free
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| Suga Free sing the hook for me
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| You better quit fucking with me
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| What have I done to you or of you
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| Suga Free
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| You better quit fucking with me
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| I’m on medication, and I’ll get you hiiigh
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| Let me talk to em Free
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| That’s right homie
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| That’s how it goes down
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| From Silverlake to the P-Town
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| Making motherfuckers bow down, to the west
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| The W-S, where the sun sets homie
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| It’s California the west side
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| Haha that’s right homie
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| switch to this shit
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| Hood rats do your thang
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| Homie gang bangin' lowriden
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| Cruising Sunday nights
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| Rolling with your lady
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| Whatever it’s all good homie
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| Suga Free — Mr. Criminal
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| It was destined to be
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| Some of that west coast flavor you can bump in your trunk homie
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| Props to the homie Sovan aka So-vizzle
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| Sick ass muthafucking track you hear right here
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| 2009 shit, only the strong survive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Better Quit , by - Mr. Criminal. Song from the album Only the Strong Survive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп