| Hittin' corners, thuggin' with the blower, barrel louder than a motor
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| Keep the engine runnin' when a nigga run up on ya
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| Another day in sunny California
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| The FEDs takin' pictures and they tappin' Motorolas
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| Everybody snitchin', gotta live with paranoia
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| A soldier since the stroller, ask my mama if you doubt that
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| Homie where ya clout at? |
| You ain’t ever push nobody’s scalp back
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| 45, 9s 'round 9 in the AM
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| Yesterday I sat in place, today I’m finna take it
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| A week ago, they killed my bro, that’s been the price of bangin'
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| Since my granny Alameda days, robbin' cause we need a raise
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| Fingers do the talkin' when the Cs do the walkin'
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| And the Cs been polluted, baptism for these shooters
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| Seventh grade, I went to OCA, hoopin' up at Lueder’s
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| With my Ru from Campanella we was crashin' shit together
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| Three, two, three, zero
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| 3230 Poppy St, we ain’t chasin', they brought the beef
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| Used to the sounds of violence, my neighbors ain’t never call police
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| Call it followin' protocols, spark it if you ain’t know the call
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| Got this bitch that live off of Market that’s down to hold the heat
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| Turn the water and power off, got to send patience, powered up
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| Evictions notices go unnoticed, the final hours up
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| Livin' off of borrowed time, committin' crimes that’s organized
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| Fortress ones and fortified, just tryna build my castle up
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| Got it in a dream, at night time we maskin' up
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| The deadly game of tag, the older generations passed to us
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| I got a clip that’s long enough to shoot until the casket come
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| Wait until that casket drop, they droppin' when that magnum pop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3230 , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album Summertime '06, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп