[Eazy-E]
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Yeah, let's take a trip
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Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip
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On a funky-dope track jump back
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Strapped with a fat buudah sack and a 7-8 'Lac
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Go clean, gangsta lean, I got green
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But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
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It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
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I got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz
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I make ends, spend my dough on no foe
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That's how it is, and that's how it goes
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Act like ya know when I creep real slow
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Givin love to them playaz that I know is real g's
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[2Pac]
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Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
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Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
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Get loaded can't control it
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Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
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You get the bones act to the whole stack
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keep your dough fat
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[Eazy-E]
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Or you might get what we call the rat pack
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I gives a damn bout a skanless trick
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let me hit it one time and trick that sick
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I don't trip, gives my dough to no foe
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That's how it is, I got no love for ya
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[2Pac]
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And jealous muthafuckas can't see
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That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
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So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
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A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
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You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
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Jumpin' around at the shows
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And your the first muthafucka to jump
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To the trunk when it's time for fun
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Little trick ass punk
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[Eazy-E]
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Dump dump on fools with a quickness
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And they got no cure for this sickness
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I get paid for the way that I kick this
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Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)
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A real playa named Eazy
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And I live my life straight crazy
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Don't need no punk fools payin me
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And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me
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I take two steps back and release myself
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To put platinum and gold on the record shelf
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I don't brag, but i do it like a straight up Ezzz
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Before you do a record, partner, handle your business
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[2Pac]
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And tell me what does it take to be a G?
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I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
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You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
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Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
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And now im in the rap game like the crack game
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I got enemies
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Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
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And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
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Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
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What does it take to be a G?
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Silence is a must, violence is a plus
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Plus, shots at my adversaries
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Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
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Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
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[Ice Cube]
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They give us guns and drugs
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Then wonder why you dont fuck with thugs
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You wanna count the slugs
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Then come around here and fuck wit us (you know)
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They give us guns and drugs
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Then wonder why you dont fuck with thugs
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You wanna count the slugs
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Then come around here and fuck with us
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[Outro]
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Every hood's the same {x6}
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Stop trippin on me
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Every hood's the sames(x6)
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Fixxed by Kordell
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Real Thugs
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Eazy-E |