| Bitch you thirsty, please grab a Sprite
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| My Crips lurkin', don’t die tonight
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| I just want to dance wit' you, baby
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| Just don’t move too fast, I’m too crazy
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| Man down, down the ave and get shaded
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| Take a nigga mind off that
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| We can dip, fuck in the whip, slide right back
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| In the function, one wrong word, start bustin'
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| Put that on my Yankee hat
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| I’m a gangsta Crip, fuck gangsta rap
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| Where the ladies at? |
| Where the hoes? |
| Where the bitches?
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| Every real nigga know the difference
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| Bandana brown like the dope daddy shootin' in the kitchen
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| Real Norfside nigga, never went to Poly, Wilson or Cabrillo
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| Cocaine color of a creole
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| T-scrap movin' for the d-lo, what he know?
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| From the city where the skinny carry strong heat
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| Norfside, Long Beach, Norfside, Long Beach
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| Hit the corner, make a dollar flip
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| And split the dollars wit' my mama children
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| Folks need Porsches, hoes need abortions
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| I just need y’all out of my business
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| Never no problem, playin' no pitches
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| Never no problem, sprayin' no witnesses
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| No face, no case, been wit' the shit
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| Hopped out broad day then emptied clips
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| Cut class cause it wasn’t 'bout cash
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| School wasn’t no fun, couldn’t bring my gun
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| Know when change gon' come like Obama would say
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| But they shootin' everyday 'round my mama and them way
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| So we put a AK where Kiana and them stay
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| And that’s for any nigga say he got a problem wit' me
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| How I’m Crippin' where I’m livin', come and follow me
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| Pistol poppin', Poppy Street
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| From the city where the skinny carry strong heat
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| Northside, Long Beach, Northside, Long Beach
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| Nate Dogg still here cause of niggas like me
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| Police still scared cause of niggas like me
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| In the hood like a dollar sweet tea or a Louis Burger
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| You ain’t wit' the business, nigga
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| Who you murdered? |
| You ain’t heard of Coldchain
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| Best thang, smokin' out the city
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| Ridin' 'round wit' the same shotgun that shot Ricky
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| Lil' nigga should’ve zig-zagged, didn’t get your back wet
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| Now these runnin'-Norfside niggas better factcheck
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| Frontin' wit' the gun talk, I ain’t heard a clap yet
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| All my niggas from street, they a nigga best yes
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| 'Cept for Little Halftime, Brody bangin' five blocks
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| Sorry, I hit your homie five times, better grab chalk
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| Did it, got away with it out the Civic
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| We Crippin', Long Beach City, pay a visit
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| Park Ramona, pop blocked a corner
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| Givin' hell 'til it’s frozen over, I ain’t never ran from nothin'
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| I ain’t never ran from nothin' but the police
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| From the city where the skinny carry strong heat
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| Northside, Long Beach, Northside, Long Beach |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Norf Norf , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album Summertime '06, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп