| Once again Knightowl’s back
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| Representing that 619 baby
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| It’s all about that 1904
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Got my boy VMF in the house
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| Doing them tracks like nobody else can
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| So peep game and check out the flow
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| Who’s that looking through my window
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| I gotta smoke that ass like some indo, money green like fasindo
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| My pockets the keep bulging as I’m indulding
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| These thoughts in the mind, I represent the 619 baby
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| I remember when they used to talk about me
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| They said I wouldn’t make it but the Knightowl’s here to take it
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| Cuz I want it, I gotta get it, so now I got it
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| My wings have expanded, now my music they demand it
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| I heard about some fools they was hating
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| They wanna get me but can not hit me, I’m too sly for the human eye
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| My music it gets around just like your daughter
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| My lyrics flow just like a faucet with leaky water
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| Will I be the first to go platinum, the first Chicano
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| To sell a million even though I’d like a billion
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| But reality steps in, radio doesn’t show the Brown love
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| Come throw them hands up when they bump me at a club
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| I represent the city of the 619
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| Much love to them dogs that I hang with
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| I represent the city of the 619
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| Where them girls got booty looking fine
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| I represent the city of the 619
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| Where them hotties like to show off them bodies
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| I represent the city of the 619
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| Now let me see you shake it all and take it off
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| When I’m around people talk and say that I’m the man
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| And when I’m not you know you got a different plan
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| Behind my back you say that I’m no damn good
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| But I’m the one you bump hitting switches when you’re drunk
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| You got that '64 on some gold Daytonas
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| Three wheel motion as you dip around the corner
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| But you know damn well fools like you show and tell
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| Learn to keep quiet unless you want a riot
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| Never bite more than you can chew
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| You better keep your mouth closed, learn a lesson and stop messing
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| Life itself about to get complicated
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| You got faded, you ran your lips and player hated
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| Fool you might be the next idiot up in the river
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| With bullet holes that ran right through your liver
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| You best take a good look in the mirror
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| And stop trying to be like me, you’re not a G
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| Hit the streets, another day in sunny California
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| Where all the real G’s be known to lay it on ya
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| Don’t try to play the row and act like it’s a movie
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| Cuz I’m the one that’s always gonna shine like a ruby
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| Got my boys, they love to bring the noise
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| If any tried to fight me, then a battle might excite me
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| It doesn’t really matter if you like what I be doing
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| Bumping all the music that I spit, who you be fooling
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| You’re superficial like pains, stop trying to be what you ain’t
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| You got a personality that flips like a coin
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| It’s a shame a lot of men they gotta act like women
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| They try to be but they will never be, they’re phone
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| I’m sick like that and you be wack like that
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| And as a matter of fact you talk smack, but where you at
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| Learn before you become another mystery
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| The Knightowl about to go down in history |