| Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird
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| This your boy Woodie homie
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| Still down here struggling dog
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| Be there in a minute
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| It’s me, Lil' Los, Shadow, Lou-e-Lou
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| Lil' bird in this muthaf*cka too
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| This dedicated to you homie
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| Blackbird!
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| Do you remember when I bought the seventy-five caprice glasshouse
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| I came back to the Yoc after pullin' eight hundred cash out
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| We took it to my pops shop. |
| And sanded it down
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| Got it sprayed apple green, we sixteen through the town
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| That was when the click down-n-dirty album just dropped
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| And that Mr. flamboyant made them by 9's knock
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| We were dippin' so hard we had the wheel comin' off the ground
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| Tryin' to peel every notch in town
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| While attemptin' to keep the yoc locked down
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| Any scraps we ran across we hopped out and got down
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| Drinkin' forties, smokin' bammer, earnin' stripes was our life
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| Buyin' any strap we could, what good was a knife?
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| We was tryin' ta take 'em all out the game
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| And at the same time have the hoes callin' our name
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| We were naive and young… Maybe even dumb
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| But there’s nothin' like the feelin' when the respect come |
| Cause many recognized we got down to business
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| And very capable of leavin' enemies wigs split
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| We was kids… showin' up to school the next day
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| Like nothin' happened, it’s all part of life in the bay… hey
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| I guess our fathers bred some killaz
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| But I’m still here and you’re gone and I don’t feel a
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| Muthaf*ckin' thang of that, I wanna bring it back
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| Blackbird! |
| I wish I could bring ya back
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| This is dedicated to my homie that never made it
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| I reminisce and miss you even more when I’m faded
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| You were always hated and misunderstood
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| Just a down muthaf*cka that was reppin' his hood
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| I wish you could come back like you did that one time
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| When you walked up all good it nearly blew my mind |
| As I rewind and think about that love you showed
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| Especially when you let me know it’s hard to let you go
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| I know for sure you’re in a better place restin' in peace
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| With that struggle off your face
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| Ain’t nothin' gonna replace the times we all had
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| Kickin' it in the alley drinkin' liquor smokin' mary sacs
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| It really don’t matter man for what you did
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| I got your back 'till this day
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| I gives a f*ck what they say
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| Send my love to Ray
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| I know he’s up there hearin' this
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| I bet your in the studio next to me feelin' this
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| I wish I could get rid of this feelin' that I got
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| When I smash thru the Yoc with your image in my knot
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| Turn my back I will not
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| Will forever be bound givin' love to my homie
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| Pourin' liquor on the ground
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| Always like a big brother protected me in the streets
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| A homie like no other
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| Was always real when he speaked
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| Soon it’ll be time for me so I’ll see you later
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| God bless rest in peace man and f*ck these haters!
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love |
| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| I’m fosho of what I know my folks got murdered by the popo
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| They tip-toed to unload exposed and cover up in coco
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| Count me so don’t doubt me cause up in my town
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| There their ain’t no cush and plantin' bushes the po’s is crooked
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| You’ll see me creepin' up out of the bushes
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| Look at the pain imposed, we lost Big Los
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| I was gone awhile but they hit home
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| Never thought it’d get so shady
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| Lost the babies in our range is gone
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| But remains are all but memories recollections and reflections
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| I can move all of us
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| That h is on our gauge is strapped trade by 7's smithin' west
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| It’s nothing too expensive cause we didn’t have scratch
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| But we had each others back
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| Now I’m like damn man what happened to that?
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| I miss the times when we would ride times side by side before Los died
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| I cried that night in the park but in my heart and mind you still alive |
| So keep ridin' it’s Blackbird
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| Cause you never been no coward puttin' that phat work on you rivals
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| Keepin' the title 'till it spiral out
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| But now nothing to say wanna go back erase the game
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| Change his fate for thangs attained insane
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| Live it up in the strange and I remain to be the same old g
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| You’ll always see up in these streets with heat beneath the seat four g’s
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| I’m the creep no peace fire free and breeze
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| Remember this underclubbin' never tendin' or pretendin'
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| No surrender northern member
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| Callin' the Blackbird look at the yappers
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| Let’s go back let’s reminisce
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| The click was thick but few were g’s though
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| You were ridin' hitless shoutin' at b*tches not f*ckin' P.N.C
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| Hoes was creepin' up at the high you would deny
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| We hittin' switches unless you would we with you
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| So to you this is the tribute
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game |
| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| That sweat hit my forehead feel it trickle thru my skin
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| Holdin' in my ghetto tears
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| Blackbird let’s remember gettin' drunk in H when BNT was around
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| Cuttin' prices on the you know cars trafficin' it down
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| But then when I did it you felt like we spitted
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| Cause I was lost in that light and really was kickin'
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| My bad I was gone in that fast pace one track mind
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| Lift needed I would ride then a drop I would die
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| When that sucka pulled a strap I snatched the strap out his hand
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| You shook like a pitt and put yo hands on the man
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| Now that I’m thinkin' it’s good that you did it
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| Cause as paper was showin' that thang’n was snitchin'
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| I’m grown now homie no more foolish behavior
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| I’m the gent laced up with a 6th sense of a player
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| I’m taking care of my daughter cause I don’t need a father
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| All that bullshit before this n*gga don’t bother
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| Still I’m northern Cali red caught a bud to their head |
| Tryna get ahead or give a finger to the feds
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| Can I drink it to heaven have mercy on our sins
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| You understand and have compassion
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| For the bod amongst friends
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| Rest in peace playboy
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| We all love you homie
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| I’ll never forget you Los
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| Got a good game out homie
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| But for that I’ll be witchu right now
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| Without a second thought
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above
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| Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
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| So if you’re Norteno, remember his name
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| Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
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| Amongst any homeboyz that now rest above |