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You don't know me girl just wish you could, KK with the cap from the Compton backwoods. Where the city's full of stars, wanna-bes, young G'z, rats, Euro Cutlasses, 'Lacs dippin', swervin', niggas still servin'. Yea thru the valley of death best keep your wheels turning. Look and learn, tweed burn by the minute, trickin' around with throats can't if no hustle ain't in it man get with it.  Shouldn't be reasoning the rules, it's harder by the second trying not to use the poppin' tool. Fool, get sent to school with all that trying to clown, that jaw poppin' too much can get you tossed around and broke down by the necessary parts, brains, balls and muthafuckin' heart from the start. You niggas underestimating skills sitting back talking 'bout (Y'all niggas ain't real). All you hookers lose your will we chill at a zoned space, business ain't concerning you, stay up out my face. The chase been on holding tight with all my might, you ain't acting right, then off with your lights.  

You know we blow tweed ain't no need to mix drinking fluids, you caught up on that water, now you going thru it. That's a blast! I'm not the type to do it, turn in your player pass you blew it. Take that there chew it with your slow movement, I'm paced KK style true to it. 2-2-Oh, you know the time don't blow it, search yourself first girl then go for it. Calm down way down 'fore you throat it, hold on disinfect your mouth 'fore you choke it. Ain't no jokin' before I start to pokin', you got to stop tweakin' trying to kiss me and loc'n. Yeah bitch back on the scene cut black clean, blessed unstressed still looking in my teens. While haters I went to school with they to the curb like ex's when I see 'em they frowning with no words. I don't deserve rumors unheard never Hollywood, God's my bodyguard that's why I'm solo thru your hood. To the plus, it all ain't good, you the type that won't believe stuck up in your fantasy trick. 

I'm live, I'm vivid, I'm living it, C it or B it as you may you know you can't f*ck wit' it. That keep it real with it, I'm standing here the truth and being KK without nothing to prove. Everybody got something to lose, when they button gets pushed then it's you that's getting battered and bruised. Then there's nothing left to do, except for you sitting at home phoning the black and blue. Why glorify killer, thug, gangster, banger? Then run and hide terrified fearing the danger. I'm remaining the same, bald head, black, part of the original West coast Rap gang from Compton. Pacific seed, California one of three west states of producing that stankonia. I'm putting that 2nd II None on ya', now move out the way BlaKKazz KK Compton, California.

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