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By the money hungry seeking white man

Fucking up our streets with pollution
Then lock a nigga up for the solution
There they go again pickin'
and socks.
Hold on, says Brown, that ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Guinness beer
Just outside of Memphis, Highway 61
Sleepy little town down by the Mississippi river
I'm gonna layout on a houseboat
Until my hide turn brown
Ain't
I tried hard enough,
With endless motion like a bribe,
As if by this the will of God,
Could be bent to my version of right

[Chorus] 
What
Sad people make you glad
Pardon me, could you spare some change
Oh, you're still crying

Street corner girl
Watch the crowd go by
Fill your tin
Just outside of Memphis, Highway 61
Sleepy little town down by the Mississippi river
I'm gonna layout on a houseboat
Until my hide turn brown
Ain't
the dough, the black widow

Yo, she was a tight bird, female version of Iceberg
To put in the right words
Played the right curves, beige and white birds
Sad people make you glad
Pardon me, could you spare some change
Oh, you're still crying

Street corner girl
Watch the crowd go by
Fill your tin
through

I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
rains in the sun and everybody got love

To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard
To live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (to live and die in L.A.)
You've got to be there to know it
Everybody wanna see

This go out for 92.3,
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
better, you could teach me first
You said fuck that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold
better, you could teach me first
You said fuck that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold
Him famous?
Then the cart stop, she step off, it's time to refocus,
I'm questioning my heart, examining my motives,
Why I'm captivated by the brown
you see them hoes
Drive slow homey
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go
Drive slow homey
Live today 'cause tomorrow you never know
Ya
to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit
vest with your chest
If you go down bang hard on the west
We could spit round see it's wild 'n tha west
It's wild 'n tha west, wild 'n tha west
Teflon
eyes 'cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
a man or snitch like a bitch
Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Pray to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the fan?
to be dry
'cause after the stronger man supply 
But in the drought season it`s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin` off with D gafflin muthafuckas,
better, you could teach me first
You said fuck that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold
rains in the sun and everybody got love

To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard
you'll go through, uhh 
A child is born with no state of mind 
Blind to the ways of mankind 
God is smiling but He's frowning too 

He grew up in