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"It is the 20th century. I am a little boy peacefully asleep. My father comes to wake me
so that I can witness an historic event in the finite story
K-H-J Los Angeles!
Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings
You can hear the music
Now when I crawl up out the Rove' I got quarters and O's
Forty-fours under my clothes, I'm drunk and blowed
And I done told them boys if they play I
(Clip of old radio broadcast: 
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles! 
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'

It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you
fevered-summer waking morn.
Back back when the poor poor boy was born. 

Now cross into his fortune. 
While enchanted by the queen.
A lone shady shelter stood
a Cutlass
A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin'

It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound
When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up
my dick just like that boy

Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer
on they necks 'til they can’t breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
thangs

Got the 8 dollar hollas two for 15's
A 4 and a split a nine piece so you can hit the whole brick
How I win it by makin' a 100 every summer
for a goon hoe
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store
Katrina wiped
shit
Bed she's invitin, but she has a fear, I can sense it
Beyond your ???? breathin, lyin-ass heathen, I betcha
You could do it by yourself without me
a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact
wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
on they necks 'til they can’t breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get