[Verse 1]
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Bloods kill blood, Crips kill crips
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Mexicanos kills bloods, everybody trips
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The weed ain't workin, so we all take sips
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Road rage, 9 millis, 7 in the clip
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L.A., L.A. where have you gone
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It used to be a time when we had it full grown
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Now it's, more killin'm, like its no more chillin'
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Worried ex-dope dealers, paranoid villians
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Pissed off nigga shoots the shit out of a kid
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Gunnin' at the cops 'til they open up his fuckin' lid
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We ride or die til we really fuckin' die
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You know hes goin', you can see it his eyes
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So, drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but
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Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what?
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Ain't no love up in the city
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It's only hatin' faces
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You should appologize
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That way you won't catch cases
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Now, if you kill a rapper you'll never get caught
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Yes, I am a rapper and I always fought
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I fought for what was right
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Now I gotta bitches and niggaz hatin' me because I'm outta sight
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And I taste just like castor oil to you
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But I'm not a bitter person, pass the rolls to you
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Hit the blunt, it'll pass the spoils to you
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Wake your brain up, that's what is spose to do
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Now, Black Tone keep me off with spruce blonde
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I'm a send chicken coup over there
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Cause Barbara Bird got 2 blocks
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I ain't studyin' you dumbies cause I got
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2Pac bangin' off in my cassette deck, I'm a shut up
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Gangstas die faster than teachers
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And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers
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Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin' around Los Angeles
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But, I ain't one of 'em. I'm just a son of one of 'em
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[Chorus]
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The Maze
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DJ Quik |