| Take it back to the afros and the naturals
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| Cape cutter picks we slips into the back
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| I’m O.G. |
| my ni*ga for real though
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| Straight up off that east side top of the hill yo
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| I’m looking at the overview
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| Thinking bout 86 damn I was overdue
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| Walking in the hood making mix tapes trying to walk up out the hood
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| While I’m chucking at the hood nig*a talk about the hood
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| That I came from it raised me real Crip crazy
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| Oops a daisy
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| Demon or a heathen scheming while I’m dreaming
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| Screaming to get even seeing is believing
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| And don’t you forget that
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| Get it to you get back hit that kick back
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| Three flies one a way
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| Reminisce about the things that my grandmama use to say
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| Stay in your own lane stay on your own and quick trying to be grown
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| Day turn to night and play turn to fight
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| Yeah I guess my granny was right
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| Reflections of the way life used to be
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| It’s all right
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| I like them girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Hills
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| I take a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight
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| Make it back to my ride
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| Pop shots at some s*ckers disrespecting the side
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| My big homie my cuzzo schoolyard bozo
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| Slid me away just to get me away
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| I’m just a Long Beach ni*ga outside of my hood
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| I’m banging riding but doing it good
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| When I get locked down there ain’t hiding and wondering
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| As soon as I hit the County I’m up in 48 hundred
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| With the dealers the killers
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| The best from the west and the beast from the east
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| Yeah I’m acting a fool
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| I’m getting my degree from gladiator school
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| I chose this life cause I knows this life
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| Sell a little crack and my flows is tight
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| I’m clear on my choice and what’s cold is
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| I can still hear my grandma’s voice
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| She say day turn to night and play turn to fight
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| Yeah I guess my granny was right
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| Reflections of the way life used to be
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| It’s all right
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| If you get caught then you don’t walk cause you don’t talk
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| And these was the rules squeeze on these fools
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| I came up in a different era homie
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| Where the G’s is the G’s and the little wannabe’s really want it
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| Wanna be like cause the C life make you wanna G like
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| Now who you wanna be like
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| That fool on the TV screen
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| Or the homie on the corner getting major cream
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| In the Cadillac beating like Battle Cat
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| A nigga with money don’t know how to act
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| Smoke til your eyes get cataracts
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| All money nonsense yeah none of that
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| Quarter sack run it back
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| Hold him back lock him up bag him up front him that
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| If a trick jump the track do you want your money back
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| Lil b*tch was a bunny rat
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| Watch for the funny hat
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| Cause it’s gonna come
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| And my granny said it’s no fun
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| She say day turn to night and play turn to fight
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| Yeah I guess my granny was right
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| Reflections of the way life used to be
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| It’s all right |