| Hollywood
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| Glamour punks, designer drugs
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| Gold and blood
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| Dripping down the boulevard
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| LA ('cause we get, get, get it right)
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| Where we had nothing to lose
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| LA (yeah we did, did, did it right)
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| LA '97
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| Baby bang, bang, bang
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| Dodging drive-bys ain’t the same
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| Blunts in carpool lanes
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| Before these kids were on cocaine
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| Baby bang, bang, bang
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| Dodging drive-bys ain’t the same
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| Blunts in carpool lanes
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| Before these kids were on cocaine
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| Before they went pop
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| They used to head bop
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| But now they stand around
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| Waiting for the big drop
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| Gettin' fly gettin' high for you and I.T.Y
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| Rip Big I B raise your blunts to the sky
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| Hit Vermont
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| Frontin' like it’s still my old haunt
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| No car, no metro
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| Just my Air Force 1's
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| Beverly Center
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| Crips on wheels
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| Cahuenga Boulevard
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| Bones always had the pills
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| LA ('cause we get, get, get it right)
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| Where we had nothing to lose
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| LA (yeah we did, did, did it right)
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| LA '97
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| Baby bang, bang, bang
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| Dodging drive-bys ain’t the same
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| Blunts in carpool lanes
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| Before these kids were on cocaine
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| Baby bang, bang, bang
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| Dodging drive-bys ain’t the same
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| Blunts in carpool lanes
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| Before these kids were on cocaine
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| Just kids in California
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| Aye, aye
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| Just don’t forget it
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| Aye, aye
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| Just kids in California
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| Aye, aye
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| Just don’t forget it
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| Listen, man
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| I wish we could still go down to Benito’s
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| And get one of those burritos
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| Aww, man
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| Late night, man
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| That was the only place open late
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| I was so high I don’t remember any of it
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| That weed was shitty weed too, man
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| I can’t believe that’s what we smoked back then
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| I got more high off that weed
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| Than I do off the good weed now, man
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| I wish we could just get stoned and go to Beverly Center
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| And do some crazy ass shit |