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Pack up all your dishes 
Make note of all good wishes 
Say goodbye to the landlord for me 
That sum-bitch has always bored me 

Throw out them
Pack up all your dishes. 
Make note of all good wishes. 
Say goodbye to the landlord for me. 
That son of a bitch has always bored me. 

Throw
Pack up all the dishes
Make a note of all good wishes
Say goodbye to the landlord for me
Aw you know he always bored me
And throw out all those
Sleeping on the stage
Just turn another page
Never thinking we'd ever grow up

Buckaroos and jaded lovers
L.A. freeway and redneck mother
Mothers who
headed that away
You're moving out today

Pack up your fork and spoon
But leave my Lorna Doones
Your map of Mozambique
Your water bed that leaks

La la la
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
your chitter chatter
So kill the he say she say bust the replay
Hit Squad Def Squad stay busy like the freeway

[Erick Sermon]
Dig this, in
Or else we'll all wind up in a big ol' spat


And I said hush your mouth nobody's gonna mind

If I pack my lip and ignore the sign

'Cause a little dip
thought you knew 

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler 
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar 
Stock em all up
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga, I'm
all
The magazines to the big screens 
He ain't easy as the s*** seems
Throwin' up my deuces as a pass by
Showing love to the south side all
all
The magazines to the big screens 
He ain't easy as the shit seems
Throwin' up my deuces as a pass by
Showing love to the south side all
Now pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation 
Well, I'm a disaster 
A microphone master 
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto
my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm
Ayo I been heard the rumors, people asking me why Non Phixion broke up
Do you and your brother have beef?
Did Eric ditch La Coka?
Asking me all
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid
you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock
you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock
you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock
Black guys on my ass again 'cause I'm that crazy Mexican

[Yogi]
I remember how it all began
I used to bust raps to my East County friends
Now back then,
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm