| Six niggas in a G ride
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| Squadded up, headed to the East side
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| They try to clown 'cause we from West L. A
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| Them niggas think we boujie and we just for play
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| Got a AK
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| And a .38
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| Lower-Middle class niggas movin' up the murder rate
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| The other day they was talkin' real big
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| Caught me slippin' up the West field with my kid
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| At the bus stop, with my baby’s mom
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| Tried to keep it cool
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| Said I didn’t want no problems
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| They took off on me anyway
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| All I had was my hands and some pepper spray
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| My lady and my son had to run away
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| They should’ve killed me but I lived to fight another day
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| I know where they stay
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| I know where they be
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| Your best friend is your enemy’s enemy
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| We pulled up
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| Got the drop on 'em
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| Them bitch niggas went and called the cops on us
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| We got pulled over 'bout a block away
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| They snatched the big homie, and took his AK
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| I can’t wait 'till the Summer come
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| The big homie get another gun
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| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some
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| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from
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| I can’t wait 'till the summer come
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| The big homie get another gun
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| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some
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| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from
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| Deuce-deuce in the chrome 4−5
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| These niggas talkin' peace but the beef won’t die
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| You can find me in that chair, put the needle to my arm
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| 'Fore I ever let another man do me harm
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| 'Cause I remember
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| When they said that they was comin' for us
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| We kicked back and waited all summer for it
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| Them niggas had they chance
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| And now the big homie home, and yep
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| We got plans
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout no Summer vacation
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| I’m talkin' bout fuckin' off my probation
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout Disney Land
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| I’m talkin' eight of us, deep in a mini-van
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| No volleyball, sun tans or surfboards
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| Just a bunch of niggas dead from a turf war
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| That’s how my best friend missed his first tour
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| 'Cause we act like our lives ain’t worth more
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| I can’t wait 'till the Summer come
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| The big homie get another gun
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| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some
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| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from
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| I can’t wait 'till the summer come
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| The big homie get another gun
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| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some
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| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from |