| When I swing through the Zoo I see niggas like you
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| Makin little locs, sell a little dope
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| The shit ain’t cool, you broke the rules
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| Do your own dirt, put in your own work
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| What, what are you scared? |
| 'fraid you’ll get snared
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| Where was yo' ass when war was declared?
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| Sittin back relaxin givin orders like some captain
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| While I’m on the frontline, down for mine
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| Oh with no pass, ass good as grass
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| What I mean next you’re seen you might be green
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| Send me on a mission too hot, get out the kitchen
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| Blame this fire, can’t get caught, I got pryors
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| Riskin my life for the turf or some stripes
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| And they don’t give a fuck, so I don’t give a fuck
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| I trust my own eyes, they tell no lies
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| Came down on your heads and mines, all the lost lives
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| L.A., P.D., can’t let 'em see me
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| Cause they like to clown folks on the down-stroke
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| Forgot where you grew, and now he don’t kick it with his crew
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| «Man I never thought I’d see is.»
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| How niggas like you, and niggas like you
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| And niggas like you, and niggas like you
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| And niggas like you, and niggas like you |
| And niggas like you better watch what you do
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| Niggas like you, niggas like you
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| Hit me up, tryin to make me erupt
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| Like a volcano, these same ol', same ol'
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| Niggas that we used to chase I don’t forget a face
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| Throwin up they sets with they thumbs and they index
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| Nigga please, you don’t wanna fuck with these
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| Believe, me, fat meat is greasy
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| I got love for those that got love for me
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| I come in peace but the streets ain’t peace
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| Niggas fresh out the pen plan on goin back again
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| With a dub on the hang, niggas on swoll
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| Damn, I hate to see 'em outta control
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| Insane no brain I don’t need no gang
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| Show up at the party off that Bacardi
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| Talkin loud, long shit for miles
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| Pull out the M-1 and move the crowd
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| Niggas wanna set-trip it’s time to start the checklist
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| Don’t twitch and get smoked for that little-ass necklace
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| Don’t look around and say, «Who me?» |
| Yeah you
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| I wash my hands and I’m through
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| With niggas like you, and niggas like you
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| And niggas like you, and niggas like you
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| And niggas like you, and niggas like you |
| And niggas like you, and niggas like you, too
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| Next motherfucker got killed
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| Ran up in Capitol Hill but now he’s only a Bill
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| Clinton, get bitten, you know damn well
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| The nigga got the chronic for sale
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| Smashin the whole damn block when the cocktails drop
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| Look I see smoke, let’s roll loc
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| Dashin through the jungle like a, bat out of hell
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| Him and Dan Quayle, listen for the shells
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| A jungle sometimes, it’s like a jungle sometimes
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| So if your ass is behind, stop and rewind
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| Findin it hard to say no to the big gold rope
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| Comin up fat you thought now trace him with the chalk
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| You slip, you trip, out for the count
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| Pronounced, pour out the 40 ounce brew
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| For you, your crew, cause, y’all must be knew
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| (to the L.A. Zoo) they say niggas like you |