[Intro]
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Cali-forn-ia! (bounce)
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It's about that time, it's the new Row, and I'm at ya
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Let the hogs out, these nigggaz is wilding..
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[Verse 1: Eastwood]
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I gets down with it, smoke a whole pound with it
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Microphone terrorist it's all on the bounce with it
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Fo' pound spit it, yeah its heat to your dome
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Like what you said nigga, if it's on then it's on
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I'ma smash on sight them niggaz who want beef
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With my Row chain hangin' and swangin' all wide, G
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Niggaz know me, the E-A-S-T
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I rep the west G, cos we the best see
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Now let me see you walk to it, skip to the left
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Skip to the right keep, walking all night
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Sixty fo's hop, bounce roll twist g's
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And all my niggaz keep smoking, roll them trees up
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[Chorus x2: Eastwood]
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To all my niggaz see-sawing, we ballin'
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Tweny inch chrome on the wheels street-crawlin'
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Heavy in the club smoking dub we ballin'
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Throwin up tha West on Tha Row shot callin'
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[Verse 2: Eastwood & CI]
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Nigga get yo back up off the wall and keep it gangsta
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Cos creepin' and walkin' across my flo' will get yo back rubbed
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[CI] And you don't want that, I get caught with one gat
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That's my playa-hater locater like where the punks at?
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[E] Niggaz got em' all like, steppin' through the club in them gator shoes
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Whinies, fuck you, fuck you!
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[CI] We get rid of y'all
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Crooked I's with it all, did it all, spit it all, paper we can get it all
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[Chorus #2 x2: Eastwood]
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C'mon Hop, roll skate twist bounce
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get out of them phillies and blaze an ounce
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I bring the bounce to your lac, hit it front and back
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I'm g'd to a tee cos I like it like that
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[Verse 3: Crooked I]
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Nobody got game colder than me
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I call a dumb nigga the lil holme's even though they older than me
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Cos mentally I'm twice my age, my mind contains
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Priceless game, wisdom for weeks, advice for days
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The nights the braids the lights the stage the nine the gauge
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The knife the blade the live grenades the heists the raids
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This gangsta life we made, the price we pay
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Give us paper, we might behave, you know?
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You try to invade, inside of a grave you go!
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In spite of the ways, this rider remains to grow
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+Uh Oh+ nigga one rifle blastin
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That'll make you spinnin around like a young Michael Jackson
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The LBC and me, gangsta walk when we up in the party
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You gangstaz talk shit and your body catches three
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The C-R double O K-E-D, motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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Westcoast... We ballin', shot-callin'.
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Crooked I and that young nigga Eastwood
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Representing the new Westcoast, you know?
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Weenies, dig that! All in yo mouth with it
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We Ballin
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Crooked I |