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on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight
(My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil' niggaz
' homies on the ride
Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (My lil' homies)
Lil' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police, 'cause lil
"Gimme my shit, lil' bitch."

Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how you die, nigga, die by the skill
Kill or be killed, in a battle field
Live how
All I do is get drunk and high
I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck
They be like

Man fuck you niggas
I rob you niggas
I kill you
[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California 
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city 
Lil' Rob
I'm Popeye with spinach, till' the day I die I'm gettin' high

High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high, high, high, high, high, high
My pinky ring a v8, I filled it with carrots
I'm Popeye with spinach, till' the day I die I'm gettin' high

High, high, high, high, high, high
water
She only drinks wine

Gonna build me a log cabin
On a mountain so high
So I can see Willy
When he goes on by

Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty
Bitch, I'm from the land, till I die (Till I die) till I die
On the East Side till I die (Till I die) till I die
Bumpin' that Bone Thugs till I die
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman
I
anyway anytime
I'll keep livin' till the day I die as long as I can get it up for one more try
Gettin' by (gettin' by) high (good and high) and strange
passes by 
Deep as the ocean 
And as high as the sky 
My love, my devotion 
Are yours till I die

Deep as the ocean 
And as high as the sky 
My
anytime
I'll keep livin' till the day I die as long as I can
Get it up for one more try

Gettin' by gettin' by high good and high and strange
Gonna get some
"The Chronic"

Maybe I should move a little, smoke a little
Fuck around, get high a little
Start reminiscing about the old times
12 years old, cars
doubt, bumpin' on the fuckin' track
Gonna get high mane, roll to get high mane
Smoke till I die mane, ain't no fuckin' thang
I'ma smoke till I die, I
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR

I am about to set the record straight (The world's famous)
It's ninety-nine, man 
Time to let them know, man
Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR

I am about to set the record straight (The world's famous)
It's ninety-nine, man 
Time to let them know, man
and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout
of Shadowboxin'!}

[Chorus x2: Popa Chief]
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's
snatchin' your chain and check
Your pockets 'till nothin' left

[Crunchy Black]
I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches
Your pockets 'till nothin' left

I'm a crunk this nigga though, treat 'em like a hoe
Ask these lil' bitches, what the fuck they hittin' for
Crunchy ain't
If you a bad boy

If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract
If you a bad boy

If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract
I asked him to meet at the street at high noon
And I'd leave him to die in the sand
I should to kill I'd rob and steal
If only you'd love me again