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on a beach in L.A. fuckin' fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches Them niggas mad
guard... and finishing ("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt. Stand by...") With, uh, the beach woman clad in
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail 4800 with this Crippin', oh well My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail He said trip Dogg, ya better get
to the beat Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street Eastside LBC, gun in my hand It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand We just, slip
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
The horny little pagan idol No wonder my mind is so twisted By thank God my church wasn't broke-wristed Even though I never went I know I still can repent
Black Wall Street The Game Beach Boy Charlie Baltimore (he wears a red bandana) Rock star We are the black gang Free Shyne Mother fuckers! (he
Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium that I go, when will they change? Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
youth off the roof after paradise La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun Never dollars, poppa