| These streets beeeee walking down the avenue
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| (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central!
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| These streets beeeee. |
| crazy!
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| Long Beach to Comptoooon!
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| Always up to no good! |
| Craaa
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| (Crazy!) Crazy.
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| Always up to no good!
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| Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
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| (Crazy!)
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| Have a look outside and take a stroll with me
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| California lifestyle, you wanna roll with me?
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| I can take you in and out and where it’s gonna be
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| Now as crazy as it is, you know this home for me
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| I wouldn’t never leave it, you know that’s wrong of me
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| I’ma stay down, you see me on them corners G
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| At your local liquor store, getting some optimums
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| And if I’m out of bounds then I gotta cock the fo'
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| Keep it on the low on the W-W-W-West coast
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| Sign some autographs and then I do get ghost
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| A-humph. |
| yeah, I love my folks
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| But half of y’all fools is cutthroats
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| On the real no. |
| the streets’ll have you
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| Guide you, lead you, mislead you, it’s fragile
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| Yeah, see you gradually grow
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| And when you walking on my side I think you all need to know…
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| These streets beeeee walking down the avenue
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| (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central!
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| These streets beeeee. |
| crazy!
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| Long Beach to Comptoooon!
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| Always up to no good! |
| Craaaaaaaa
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| (Crazy!) Crazy.
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| Always up to no good!
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| Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
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| (Crazy!)
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| On the 110 Freeway flo', back to the block
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| In the seven deuce Coupe, hopping hipping the hop
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| Sipping on some Henn with my nephew Infrared
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| Young pimp on the grind tryna line up some head
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| Had fun, did, done, on the West we run
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| Don’t matter where you from, if you old or young
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| Seesaw we raw like ooohhh-la-la
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| F*ck the law we don’t get caught we just do-da-da
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| Yeah nig*a we shaking the cops
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| You nig*as out there just be making it hot
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| But don’t trip if you faking a lot
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| I’ll break you, shake you, and take yo' spot
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| Because if you think that you gonna slip through California
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| without getting banged on. |
| brother you’re wrong
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| (Always up to no good!) I really love my dog, grew up together and all but he
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| (Always up to no good!) Hell yeah I love New York
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| that’s why I married the broad but she
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| (Always up to no good!) We can’t hang 'em up 'cause I’m a balla y’all and he
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| (Always up to no good!) Let me tell you about these streets
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| (Always up to no good!)
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| «Always up to no good!»
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| These streets beeeee walking down the avenue
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| (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central!
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| These streets beeeee. |
| crazy!
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| Long Beach to Comptoooon!
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| «Always up to no good!»
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| Always up to no good! |
| Craaaaaaaa
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| (Crazy!) Crazy.
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| Always up to no good!
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| Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
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| (Crazy!)
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| «Always up to no good!»
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| These streets beeeee walking down the avenue
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| (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central!
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| These streets beeeee. |
| crazy!
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| Long Beach to Comptoooon!
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| «Always up to no good!»
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| Always up to no good! |
| Craaaaaaaa
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| (Crazy!) Crazy.
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| Always up to no good!
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| Van Nuys to Santa Ana, crazy
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| (Crazy!) |