Uhh... Yeah
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Naw I ain't tryin' to say that you nigga's is dead and gone
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But uhh... A lot done change since you put LBC on the map
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You feel me?
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I mean, lil' nigga's is riding skateboards and roll up and blast you.
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You Know?
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We done changed them Impalas for Chargers and mothafuckin' 300C's
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We done turned them Chuck Taylor's into Ice Creams and Vans
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Niggas is gettin' money
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We bosses now
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[Verse 1:]
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This is how you get to Long Beach if you never been
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Take the 4-5 Freeway or the 7-10
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A clever spot but you better put your weapons in
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And legal search cops looking for that evidence
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Let me tell you bout the city that I represents
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You can find my footprints covered in every inch
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My nigga's hold me down lovely when I'm in a pinch
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When shits ugly in the trenches, we gettin' drenched
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Long Beach we ain't fucking with the shootin' range
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Practice shootin' at each other to improve our aim
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I wish it wasn't but it is I know who to blame
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Them crooked feds gave us guns and said "do ya thang"
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And it never rains in California is what they say though
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We made it snow in the 80's with all that yayo
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Ask Pedro, he built a tunnel in Mexico
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When you come out that bitch you in San Diego
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Bring the work to the hood and nigga's stunt hard
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Put the DuPont Registry in your front yard
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Spend a Harvard education, that's on one car
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And you ain't even put no rims on it thus far
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When you ride through my hood bring your ammunition
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You in Long Beach nigga, read the vandalism
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Where you and your big homie share the same mannerisms
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In the school of hard knocks is teachin' scandlisms
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[Chorus:]
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All my nigga's if ya feel me
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We gets busy over (LBC)
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Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)
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LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
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All my bitches if ya feel me
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We gets busy over (LBC)
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We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to)
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Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
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[Verse 2:]
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Long Beach bitches got a lot of swag in 'em
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Lot of Dolce and Gabbana, a lot of Prada bag in 'em
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We got some bad women
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All I know is them jeans ain't nothin' but denim unless they got some ass in 'em
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Girls pass by nigga's quick to try and spit
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They don't give us action and we start talking shit
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Like keep the steppin' bitch
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You can eat a dick, with them hitch hiker tittes
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Look like they need a lift
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Go buy some Clearasil
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Why I gotta say you ugly when a mirror will?
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Bitch busted as a stolen car steering wheel
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Damn just a minute ago she had whip appeal
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Uh! That's nigga's for ya
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Now we gettin' drunk over my home girls house
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I'm posted like a slouch til' I hearled on the couch
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Aw hell to the naw
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First thing out her mouth, "What the hell is that about"
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Naw you nigga's gotta bounce
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Don't let that nigga drive
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Last thing she hollered out
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Cause she care about her homies safety
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That's without a doubt
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Long Beach gangsta bitches in the park fighting
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Squares never know what kinda hoe they start liking
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Give they heart to a bitch that's ready to start diking
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They catch her in bed with a chick stronger then Mike Tyson
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Every body in the city's cheatin' on each other
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At the Residents Inn nigga's skeetin' on the covers
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White girls say they like creepin' with the brothers
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But they fathers say don't let me catch you sleepin' with them others
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That's Long Beach you got to love us
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Hahahaha... Mufuckas
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[Chorus:]
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All my nigga's if ya feel me
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We gets busy over (LBC)
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Sellin' purple on the corner (on the corner)
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LBC I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
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All my bitches if ya feel me
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We gets busy over (LBC)
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We get our dough like we supposed to (like we supposed to)
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Still keep it gangsta I thought I told ya (I thought I told ya)
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Welcome To My City
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Crooked I |