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Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
One day to get it all right
Two wrong and not enough right
Three words you said in the night
Before we held the fire
High five me brother it's
me a frisco
Combo meal, $2.95 oh what a deal
Would you like that super sized for extra 5 cents? For real
Ok go 'head, just don't go haukin' on my bread
to the club
He coming out with bag in
Hold up let me thank my brother
I wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for these two
They sittin' next to me they had
A mill
need is a chance come back with the bands
One time for the hoes in the front
Two time for the hoes in the back
Three-five, rolled up in a blunt
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
Turning our people to fiends, haunted dreams of the screams
Children missing the mothers, we putting pistols on brothers
Because we fed by the government,
Still, still ain't seen a dub, I just know you can't comprehend shit
And my, wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You want some-, you on some
I'm tryna make you proud
Working a nine to five
Time are really hard
I'm tryna get by
I know I gotta to make it
So I can not fake shit
That's why imma
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
Show her love with a dub, and them niggas hatin' 'cause I...
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 3]
Smoke by myself, drink byself
Poke by myself, cause I was born by
fool that'll step up)
So follow me into the zone they call panic
Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic
Niggas rollin hard, number one on the pop
Crazy
more it’s the city by the beach
Because we party till we party no more
It’s the city by the beach central coast stand up my brother
Party till we party
little brother BG Knocc he drives the girlies crazy
Close like buddies but yo he mo' than my brother
We got two others and CC is our mother
Grew up in
a y'all
By the time I started rhymin' in the late eighties
The drugs in Cali was crazy
[Chali 2na]
Nine-teen eighty
Nine's the number this is
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Two door coupe
I'm bout to crash that shit right now
I heard he talking tough but ima make his ass pipe down
And shorty used to dub me but I heard
Envious P
Naturally Aite Shit Sho , yea
I ain't talk to my brother lately, naturally that's still my brother
I got stabbed in the back, by folks I would've
filled up the tank
On the east, we trappin' hard, I just made a junkie faint
Four-five-six, I'm in the mix, I just built up the bank
Heard they MAACO'd
two hundred and I hope I don't wreck
I'm off these drugs my heart beating but the feeling the best
I lost my brothers I still cry bro y'all left me
brother Pat
Candy painted whips, you flipping that, call it slab
Slow, loud, and banging the boulevard, or on the ave
84's tippin can't forget the 5
forward 5 grade talking bout the industry
Fast forward 23 I see that nigga on the scene
Dub C we was out there puffing trees talking schemes
I can't believe
home again
And we ain't tryin' to kill each other cause brother we all in
Beautiful black women give 'em much respect
And ain't no funk 'tween
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