| Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like
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| Y’all from San Francisco right?
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| Nah G we show alot of love
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| But in the state of California from Humboldt to Oceanside ya dig
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| But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and Thes One
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| All you MC’s say L.A. when you on stage
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| And when you do spit that hot verse
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| We gonna make it happen man
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| Who wanna test?
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| We lickin’off shots in the west
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| We make believers out the best
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| Lay the weak to rest
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| In southern California ain’t no place like this
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| Have to stuff y’all too and we created this shit
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| So don’t be saggin young buck in the presence of this
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| Don’t even come from the city and your runnin your lips
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| I’m 'bout to make a call get the news van out
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| Explain to trisha (?to your da'?) on how your crew ran out
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| We comin live from the trey two three area code
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| Mad clouds of smoke and ain’t no room for snow
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| Sucka niggaz with sucka beats
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| Stay in the back seat and buckle up for the ride
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| I’m chillen with bad guys
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| And got time on my side
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| Cause this is my city this is where I live
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| And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to give
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| Hangin out under the sun is an everyday thang
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| And gettin crazy in the labs the only way I bang
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| Don’t step to me with that mean face
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| Buddy I’m all smiles and I’m countin the miles
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| Down Crescent Heights boulevard
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| Home of the stars
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| Get ya pulled out ya car for frontin’too hard
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| Just listen, you ain’t down with the streets my brotha?
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| I can forsee in your future ther’es some runnin for cover
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| Alot of y’all talk a good game
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| But ain’t playin
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| I learned about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin
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| Fools be givin you the mad dog after the show
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| Cause we ain’t feelin them flows
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| Or your designer clothes
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| Its phony people in L.A. I counted its alot
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| And if the hanus catch your a bully there claimin your block
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| Just get it right its Crescent Heights all day all night
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| The community where I was raised
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| Livin my days
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| Wishin I could be the mayor i’d deport you fools
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| And send you back to squareland cause over here we brew
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| Authentic people in the town
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| Throw up your dub take a drag
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| It’s Double K signin off from the home of the bodybags
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| Yo about five years after they kill
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| Creep up the hipe
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| Wrestlee moovahs the sleepers
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| Drugdealers rock beepers
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| T tops, jerry curls, jelly flip flops for girls
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| C.B.'s on the strip and a commercial for world
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| All wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block
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| The color soundtrack rock the fat burger do box
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| My L.A. U.S.C memories are every sticks who filed down clowns
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| Claimin the same tricks on this turf
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| My roots go deep like turbo Nerf
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| And the cops still sweat us I roll on all blocks like I’m sellin paletas
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| And rock the bells
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| Home of the drive-by where they pop the shells
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| I eat at (?chuttles en la baka?) not Taco Bell
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| And if your not from the city then you should probably bail
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| Cause alot of cats are implants
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| Claimin our labels something to say and something to prove and
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| At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds groovin
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| Its like the 405 at 5:30 nobodys movin
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| I’m tired of non-recognition losin the mission to proven to cats
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| That my soundtracks and L.A. hat
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| When newjacks strap New York rap on the block
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| With a palm tree it makes me sick
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| All you underground producers get off Premier’s dick and just (chill)
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| I’m headed back to Pe-dro to sit up on the hill
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| Next to the Korean bell eatin bizzy bee
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| Watchin waves swell high visibility catalina and sail boats
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| Hollywood hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
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| I make morphine for beat fiends
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| Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal Green
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| O.G. |
| Jerry Duffey when I’m on your screen
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| I’m friends with neighborhood crack heads
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| And I know (?Ben?)
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| L.A. is the place where I solve my problems
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| In it i’ll never fear
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| I’ll always stay here
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| Cause when I’m in L.A. my family’s there |