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four minutes as I recollect the savages
I grew up with who lit the pilot cooking Blue Magic
Surrounded by the hood in a two parent household
Mama gave me

whip)
Turn a four into a seven, then you hit the block and kill it
That's how I fed my mama and three other lil' siblings (facts)
Not to mention my

mixtape
Oh so you’re a Nipsey fan
Yea I got Hussle tatted on my face
My momma is pissed 
Don’t you think that’s taking his death a lil too far
Don’t you

6. Drive

Live fast, drive slow

Live fast, drive slow

Money Verse

Come and kick it with the team
The party's
over here Let me
show you what I mean

Looking for me I be by the paper
Lil sage for the haters
Don't trip keep it player
Yea I got it I don't need no favors
I don't skate im on the grind

I'm him Like a letter in the mail 

Quick how I slice through, dynamic with the paper,

So if you catch my drift here's the vapor 

West coast shit like

[Mr. Sancho]

Come with us and let's toast

Chillin in the west coast

Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego

Feelin the urge to choken, token,

Live It Up

2Pac

The Outlaws of Comedy

2005

I ain't got no friends
(take money) Yeah, I'ma do this track
West side!!
(take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Hahahaha, hey fat boy...

Notes, uncompromisable quotes, West Coast

I'ma bang on bitch boy, set it off, start it
Me, Snoop and Daz bangin' on the blue carpet
Chucks and accessories

game
Cuz they up 4 to 3
Ty got my back 
And he swore to me

I know to do better
Cuz my senses are keen
I put hours in the math lab
With Mr. Vereen
I

on one knee, swore on an Oath, feel the coast
They don't know you lil bro, you funny, mirror's boast
Stop looking at the mirror or else it will shatter

I'm Mr man
Yes, ma'am, I made mistakes
But never picked when I raise my hand
That made me hate school
What's next? I'm skippin' class
Education is

of Marb Reds in the booth
Cookie cutter Google rhymers, send 'em home
Cue the laugh from Chanel West Coast
Ten toes in holy water, I ain't foldin' shit but

Can't Get Enough

Mirahj

Behind Closed Doors

2002

tune mora jigar

Stand by here we go again 
Just you let me wait let me know again 
Ain't nobody special girl I'm jus a friend 
I bet you can't

Can't Get Enough

Raghav

Now Dance 2004 [#1]

2004

jigar

Stand by here we go again 
Just you let me wait let me know again 
Ain't nobody special girl I'm jus a friend 
I bet you can't recall my name

Detroit on the beat but this the west coast foo
Been drilling since a kid ain't nothing new
Treat a thot like a pack i make her buss down too
Catch me

touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I'm legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don't believe

Yes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more
I got lyrics out the ass
And they all hardcore
Like that, comin with that West Coast strap
Guaranteed

my first heat
Bro bro showing me the 'lac sayin
Here's the key
Oh woah
Just by staying down
So I been trapping rapping catch them lacking
Bricks

on me
I dare you
If I can blow the roof off you`ll be there too
Cruising one fucking hundred miles
We up but it`s been a while
It`s fine by me
I know what

the Bronx 
She likes dicks a lot
Got a bitch from west coast 
Who always bring the smoke
But my favorite from Detroit 
She making all her coin
This one for my

no ops they joined cuz they couldn't beat me
Heads down when they see me
I got this shit set on easy
Man I'm so far gone Mr. Fantastic couldn't reach

and come home with the sword
It's globally known, I float on the track like the coast guard
Every pigeon I spit is like a train or a postcard
It's magic

Sometimes I break out and cry and I still feel it
East coast to the west side and I still feel it
Probably why lil cuzzo got strapped cause he still feel it