| Whats happenin, shit I know somethin happenin
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| cuz everything’s moving
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| I know you’re ready, so let the Twinz into your mind (peekaboo)
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| I caught you sleepin on the weather we be creepin
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| through the backstreet droppin off sack of this G shit
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| (hold onto your horses cuz you get the same that she gets)
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| nothing but a little, too much it’d be a simp
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| livin next to PCH had my way like a pimp (say hoe)
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| so I trips with the skirts at night thankin god
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| for another day smokin on that weed to pass the time away
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| nuthin to do but get high, make a hit
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| urban life got me wantin to do some criminal shit
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| no job, so I’m loungin with my doggs and loccs
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| playin space domino a dirty rick rack jokes
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| a familiar routine, no call so I’m stuck
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| inside the P-A lookin bored as fuck
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| tryin to get this rap shit flowin to a T with Warren G forever love for my homeys who looked after me while I was down cuz hard times had a choke hold
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| mashed like potatoes 24 but I stay strong
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| Ain’t nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long
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| Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh
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| (Times up, sorry I kept you)
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| This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to Born and raised on the street California
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| but now its MLK and you know I’m strictly on a crazy ass mission dippin low as I stack
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| and doin what I need to be doin to keep my pockets fat
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| hittin corners in the gray Seville
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| kinda deep wit my niggaz when its time to chill
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| 7:30 we in motion bouncin up the block
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| and you know it don’t stop, won’t stop, can’t stop (can't stop)
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| a long way from servin Greyhound
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| but now its on to the fullest with my niggaz and the pound
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| cuz this is G-Funk, we funk with that passion
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| that LBC style watch the homey start mashin
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| and pressin up, the time is up so you know
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| that the Twinz are puttin it down on the real (really doe)
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| Ain’t nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long
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| Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh
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| (Times up, sorry I kept you)
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| This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to The first day of the month I’m cashin in like Monopoly
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| (ain't no stoppin me), the click steady droppin
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| them cuts that make you jump out yo seat
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| wave your hands in the air and scream out Long Beach (Long Beach)
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| The G side we slide with the dope shit
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| (go get another hit), its poppin like coochie shit
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| (its just a thang we do, cuz we got the flow
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| and if you didn’t know now you niggaz know that umm)
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| Ain’t nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long
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| Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh
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| (Times up, sorry I kept you)
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| This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sorry I Kept You , by - Twinz. Song from the album Conversation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп