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Verse 1
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Man these wicked streets will drive
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The week a cock back and put
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a pistol to da brain
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Weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine
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The plot to break us all down to eat
You gotta cheat to break the law down
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Fuck em buck em all down
Y'all down we can tear
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this motha fucka up again
Shootin nootin snatchin people
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out they trucks again
Fuck em den them motha
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fuckas wanna lock me up again
Have me duck stretched right writin
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letters home from the pin
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Man fuck that id rather be stuck back on my
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block ssellin rocks wit a glock
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Runnin from da cops fuck one time
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Grindin in da california sunshine
WHAT am I do get rich bitch
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fuck money sometimes
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Runnin numbas ride the runnas get yo bundles keep
it commin when you get IT GET IT GET IT holla
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Money money money
Verse 2
chorus: Like
its one time
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Grindin in this california sunshine
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From la to da bay to sac town and back downthey can
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take a bird outa town on a greyhound
Or serve on curb in yah hood
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nigga stay down
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verse
Verse 3
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BLOCK SHIT WE ROCK SHIT LIKE COCAINE
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HIT THE MEAN STREET TRIPPIN AND DIPPIN
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SERVIN UP WHOLE THANGS
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HOTTA THEN A MA FUCKA
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THER GOES THE RIVAL you KNOW
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THE CITIES TOO SMALL
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BETTER NO I'm LIABLE ILL TAKE
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A STRAP UP IN DA MALL
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NO BULL SHIT ILLEAGLE FO CLIPS
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GOT THAT DUAL SHIT WE BE SMOKIN EM UP YOU
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don't KNOW ENOUGH ITS ROUGH
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IF LIFE WAS FREE I WOULD SAY FUCK PUSSY
NIGGA don't PUSH ME
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I'm AN O FACE KILLAJAY FOR he's EVEN
IF ITS BLOODY I GET MORE CHEESE
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SMOKIN HELLA POUNDS OF WEED
OE FUKIN UP MY GUT
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BUT I'm AS DRUNK AS CAN BE
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AND EATIN RAW MEAT
REAK WHAT you SOW
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I GOT THAT HEAT
THAT'LL MAKE YAH COLD
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MONEY TAH FOLD KILLA
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SHOW SHOOTIN LEDGE HOES
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LICK THEN SPLIT don't TRUST
NO SETUP HOES
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WHERE DEM CLOTHES
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GRINDIN IN THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE
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ONE NINE KILLA FOR HIGHER FUCK
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MONEY SOMETIMES
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CHORUS 2X
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VERSE 3:
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I LIVE A LIFE OF A
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MOBSTA
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JUST TALKIN MONEY
AND LIFE SWALLOWS NIGGA
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JUST LIKE A MONSTA
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YA BONES IS THE PROOF OF DEATH
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INVESTIGATORS LATER SAID
HE DIES A SPOOKY DEATH
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YOU don't EVEN WANNA HEAR
HOW THEY SAID HE DIED
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JUST AS WELL AS CALIFORNIAS
HOME FOR HOMICIDE
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WE DODGE DEATH ALL
DYA TRYIN TA STAY PAID
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AND IF OUR RIVALS don't COME
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THEN THE COPS don't RAID
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SO IF A NIGGA ain't HIGH you NO
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AND IF A NIGGA ain't RICH he's TRYIN
CHORUS 2X
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Outro 1
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