| That’s right ese homie
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| Guess who is back homie
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| You already know dawg
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| You alreayd know
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| Mr. Criminal still broadcasting live homie
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| Broadcasting live straight up off the motherfucking
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| Crime lab homie hahaha
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| That’s right
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| What’s up homie
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| What’s up ese
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| All my motherfucking riders are going to feel this shit ese!
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| Lowrider seating on those motherfucking 100 spokes
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| Purple kush in my mind
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| Token on a fucking roach
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| West coast the home of the soliders ese
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| Vatos tatted back
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| Khaki’s up represtent the trece
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| The state of car theft, homicide, and green leaf
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| Banged out hispanic ready to ride on our enemies
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| Born and raised in the city of no pity
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| Placas rolling down the calles homie
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| Attitude shitty lil homies
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| Strapped up rolling on a bicicleta
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| Got the barrio on his back
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| While they smoking on some yeska
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| Older homies spread around
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| Organize making them moves
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| Some locked up behind them prison fences
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| Others vatos living senseless
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| I ask myself will it ever stop
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| Last week one of my homies
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| Had a shootout with the cops
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| Now I understand why Pac saw death around the corner
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| Cause it is hard to stay alive in the state of California
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| I stay moving, dipping, and grooving
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| Through the streets of California
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| Head up with my chest out
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| Puffing on up on that?
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| Daily packing a stainless
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| Keep my eyes on what my aims is
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| Fools they just can’t fucking fade us
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| Cause we young brown and dangerous
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| Homicide 3 strikes
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| Homies facing 3 lifes
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| Daily creeping on the come up
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| And we riding tonight
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| And still I’m packing a stainless
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| Keep my eyes where my aim is
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| Daily dodging the investigators
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| Cause I’m young brown and dangerous
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| Another day another dollar to make
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| Another rider another sack?
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| Another stash another strap with a shank
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| Another voice in my head telling me to stop
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| But I can’t I hit the stop sign
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| I recoginze the spot? |
| quick
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| The same vato taking shit rolling thick with his click
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| But now it just me and him face to face
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| In a second made sure the bitch leva
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| See my eyes I made the exit out of the ride
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| Bullets starts to fly fuck a drive by
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| I walk up and let that motherfucking pistol fly
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| Because it’s hard to live and it’s soo easy to die
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| Before I let em take my life
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| I rather face 25
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| Because I’m real about this business
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| Fuck a dream of getting paid
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| Instead of lying up in a hearse
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| I Rather push an esclade
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| My homie Creeper is doing time
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| Homie Demon is doing time
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| My homie Hooey is doing time
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| I’m trying to keep this shit alive
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| I stay moving, dipping, and grooving
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| Through the streets of California
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| Head up with my chest out
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| Puffing on up on that?
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| Daily packing a stainless
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| Keep my eyes on what my aims is
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| Fools they just can’t fucking fade us
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| Cause we young brown and dangerous
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| Homicide 3 strikes
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| Homies facing 3 lifes
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| Daily creeping on the come up
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| And we riding tonight
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| And still I’m packing a stainless
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| Keep my eyes where my aim is
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| Daily dodging the investigators
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| Cause I’m young brown and dangerous
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| Shoutout to all my perros
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| Living giving it up
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| I toke up a little yeska for my homies in cuffs
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| I pour out a little liquor for the homies that’s stuck
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| Inside a coffin never forgotton ese no matter what
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| I told these levas in 2001 that I’ll never stop
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| Did soo much in such a short time ese looks who is on top
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| M-r dot capital C-r-I-m and yes
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| Young brown and dangerous
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| Represent the motherfucking west
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| It’s 2007 the mentality is the same
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| Bang first or get banged on
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| That’s just life in the game
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| Taking penitentiary chances
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| Could get?
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| Some homies never get the chance
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| And just live rigtheous?
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| I’m the proud of my people
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| The voice of my community
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| All my raza from the southern side
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| Represent this unity
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| Sick and tired of this levas talking
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| Claming what they do to me
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| State to state I represent
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| And still I’m staying true
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| I stay moving, dipping, and grooving
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| Through the streets of California
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| Head up with my chest out
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| Puffing on up on that?
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| Daily packing a stainless
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| Keep my eyes on what my aims is
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| Fools they just can’t fucking fade us
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| Cause we young brown and dangerous
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| Homicide 3 strikes
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| Homies facing 3 lifes
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| Daily creeping on the come up
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| And we riding tonight
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| And still I’m packing a stainless
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| Keep my eyes where my aim is
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| Daily dodging the investigators
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| Cause I’m young brown and dangerous
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| You wanna test
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| Think I’m soft
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| Run up on me ese
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| See why I’m young brown and dangerous homie
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| You already motherfucking know dawg
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| This is for my motherfucking riders
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| My southside riders to be exact
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| West Coast stand up
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| All my motherfucking latinos where you at! |