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Kids coming up from the alleys not like the valleys
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Southtown San Diego rats out here in Cali
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So Cal with the crew to show' em how
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You like me now, with the sound straight underground
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Putt'n it down, lift up this jewel that I have found
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And pass it around, flowing against the crowd
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Hip-hop hardknox rhym'n soon as the tune drops
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Negative small talks, homie star kick'n rocks
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and thake it all down the blocks where it belongs
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A demo of songs but they wouldn't put me on
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Thought I was gone, too late, but who's to say
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My pockets are empty and I got dues to pay
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(B section)
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To the tic tock you don't stop
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To the tic tock you don't quit, hit it
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chorus
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Freestyle, freak with the flava it's the sure shot
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Floss up the Ave, when the spot gets hot
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Still pay'n dues and knock'em out the box
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That's how it is homie like it or not
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It's bad enough late bills keep stacking up
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No one ever told me that it would cost this much
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So buckle up and come along for the ride
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Catching the vibes and staying true to my tribe
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I got mad love for the ones that still around
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Knew you'd be down from the get-go here and now
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You make me proud from the diapers to the grave
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No masqurade, stayed the same like in the day
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On day when we all get saved
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We're gonna change the world no matter what they say
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And stay real playing what we feel
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I'll keep praying for you while you shoot to thrill
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(B Section)
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chorus
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It's been a long time
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It's been a long time com'n
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Hated by many and loved by less
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Hold the thresh, resurrected here in the West
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Clinch the fist; dismiss the stereotype myths
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Loose lips sing ships, then plead the fifth
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You hated this, no reason you hated this
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If you only know you'd be the first one to enlist
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We come in love cause its just how we does
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Fit the frame staying the same as it ever was
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B Section)
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chorus
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FREESTYLE
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P.O.D. (Payable On Death) |