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featuring Lunasicc Laroo
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Now it's on flip me at '7 8 Coupe
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Reds hydraulics duece representin the do
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and you can trip if ya wanna but boy you be's a goner
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Leavin bloody footprints from Sacramento to Palmona
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I'm a dog when it come to this gangsta shit
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A young hog from the block and never shrank to fit
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Roll with the Hoovers and the E C's avalon watchin L B's
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Compton Track New Park the S P C's
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Bakersfield, Fresno, Seven Trees
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Duece nine outlies N-S-G's
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My Bgz got to trippin when the homey got soaked
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when they heard about the shootout that *?I so?* called for Bo-Loc
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As I ride, ride til I die
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Best to hide, nigga, when I hit your block
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I bring death on the suckers when my Glock is cocked
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I got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of loot
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and it don't matter who start to funk when you're ridin with the do
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We just handle that shit like the locs that we is
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Hit them niggas quick, fuck the bitches and the kids
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Split wigs, watch graves get digged
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Representin to the fullest, Guard Block Crib
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Niggas wanna trip, well eat hollow tips
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Never could you hang with my gang, no pain, no gain
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Chorus:
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Hoo-ride, mass slaughter, murder
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Madmen, deadliest lyrical server
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There is no higher, they gets no curver
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Get em up close range, empty fullies and get further
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*repeat*
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Who got that gangsta, gangsta shit?
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It be the niggas who got the biggest nuts and the gat that packs the
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fullest clip
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Gotta have more chips than a grab bag full of Doritos
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Keep your bitch broken, make sure your pockets stay full of C-notes
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Hardcore gangsta, fillin out a 20 year old nut
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Gotta keep composure, puffin doja and it got me stuck
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I'm down your strip, hopin I can pull a lick
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Got an extra clip in case I have to zip a nigga's lip
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Oh yes, my Dayna's look quite lovely
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Pull up on your bitch's pit while you and your crew try to mug me
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Huffin and puffin like, daddy
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Gotcha ridin out eight-deep in your '96 Caddy
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You tried to fuck but could do nothin but make my dick hard
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You tried to dump so I had to creep and pull your whole card
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Ya best respect or get checked by the Smith & Wess
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Fuck a vest, hollows hit harder than a math test
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Chorus
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I never stop bringin pain, it's difficult for haters
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Never spit game, the same speakers are our greatest
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Make ya take your last breath, fuck it, where my payment?
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I'm blazin up doja, this soldier regulate your statement
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Some niggas is bangin, some niggas' just about the cash
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Some flatline snitches miss me, look up on ass
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I avoid the drama, tricks never to be toy with
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Get as high as you want, irrelevant who you fuck with
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Eight off, ran from the lead, cock the buck shit
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You're whole mouthpiece spillin discharge, to verify we hit hard
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Women do these timbos
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Mind style missions, puttin the mashdown on nymphos
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My son, labelled the Funky Nigga, plugs wit everybody
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that's sittin on dividends, we filin down fully pants
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Rapidly goin down, ain't comin back around
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Release rounds, just terrorize your town
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Chorus
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no pain no gain
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c bo |