Intro
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One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
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Three for the switches
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Middle finger for the police
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Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
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Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
verse 1
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I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94
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Shoot the courts out
And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
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I had the illest jump shot
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So he bet all his money on me
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12 years old with the hunny's on me
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Patrick Ewings on
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I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's
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if the motherfuckers fit
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They fit
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So I'm back up the block
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Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box
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In front of the crack spot
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Fiends fighting over crack rock
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Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot
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He had them black Locs like MC Ren
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And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz
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Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
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Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims
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It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10"
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He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him
Hook: x2
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One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
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Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
verse 2
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Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie
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I used to do the hammer dance
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Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right?
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That's when my pops had the weight
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He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
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Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside
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In my window watching all the kids have fun outside
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Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside
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But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside
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Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year
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This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair
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I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care"
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So I took off her training bra
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That's when she got scared
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She wanted me to be her boyfriend
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So I was like, "Yeah"
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I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head
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"When I'm alone in my room"
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I can't remember what he said
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But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head
It go
Hook: x2
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One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
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Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
verse 3
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Shit I'm grown now
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Pops in jail, I'm on my own now
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Got my first kilo
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And my brick phone now
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Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now
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Headed to the county jail
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Two T's commin' home now
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Yeah hommie shit changed
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Nigga's don't bang like they used to
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And I can't dunk like I used to
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Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop!
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And takin' fades is played out like Fubu
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I got a tv in the dash watching Friday
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21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay
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Red rag in my pocket
Doin' it my way
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Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
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4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit?
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Got to beat me to the pump
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Punk
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I'm on my gangsta shit
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Nigga with a attitude
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On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit
Hook: x2
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One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
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Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
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