[Eastwood:]
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Huh, representing the West, check it out
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Alright relax your mind, blow a blunt be free
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You now tuned in to the sound of the new Row Gs
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You claim you know us, (you know us), plus you think you can rap
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Well you're tired, (you're tired), so go take a nap
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Yeah you know the East, I get funky with lines
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Mic check 1, 2, and spit it out my mind
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The E.A.S.T. is the name I spell from videos to my shows, yes I rock well
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Slow your roll boy, your team ain't stronger than mine
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Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines
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You can't stand mines?
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Well stay the fuck out my circle, before I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple
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I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing
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And ambush your team, mini machines that take off your spleen
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If you ain't ready, I thought I told ya'll before, the Row roll heavy
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Sharp like machetes, counting confettis, dipping the chevy
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Watch my motherfucking d's out up and down your city
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It's so pretty, D.A.S.T to the L.A.C. and I'm representing with Suge, This M.O.B.
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So mob with me I keep my weed and heat under the seat like, "Fuck what you saying to me"
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I'm hollyhood on you Hollywood niggas, what's up?
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Meet a nigga in the street and we can lock head up
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You can't get over the (bark) [x7]
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She went which'a way? Now put your bitch away
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[Crooked I:]
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Crooked fuck in the West, But he cuts in the South
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If there's sluts in the house, stick nuts in your mouth
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Drink, what's it about? Keep punk niggas out (beat it!)
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Six slumped on the couch, get humped then I'm out
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I'm an ogre with mine, so vulgar at times
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If ugly hoe were a dime, I'd fuck both of you combined
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One hoe told me, "Crooked open your mind,"
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Cause I like to be choked while I'm stroked from behind
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Mah, I'll oblige, I don't follow guides, and if I squeeze too hard then I'll apologize
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She the type who qualifies, man she had a lot of guys
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Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes
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So I aimed for her chest
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I came on her breasts
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And stained on her flesh, we insane on the West
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You see I'm a gangsta having fun
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And I never leave a (beach?) without packing a gun
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We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
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And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
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We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
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And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance
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[Kurupt:]
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Well it's Kurupt Young Gotti, (Gotti)
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And I'm back home, you better ask somebody
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I pack chrome and at least one shotty
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I smash home with a pretty young hottie, Lodi Dodi
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Still ride with the D (dot) P (dot) G (dot), we hot
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The six tray watt, where the keys at Fiat steal that nigga
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Classic hits, how could you not, not feel that nigga
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Spill that liquor for your homies, I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies
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I'm only out for my tippa, dick in your mouth for you strippers
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Clock mountainous figures niggas come off the crown
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Before Young Eastwood have to toss you down
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I'm O.G., can't nobody kick me off the Pound
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That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found
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Slauson-bound bitch!
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Shit, God damn, motherfucker, asshole
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And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
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We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
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And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance
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We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
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And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
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We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
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And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance
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We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy
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And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance
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You can't get over the (dog bark) [x5]
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She went which'a way? Now put your bitch away
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You can't get over the (dog bark) [x3]
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West Coast
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Crooked I |