Lyrics:
voice
December 2914
Wake up late
2:09 PM
The back of my neck is aching
There's a bruise there now
Must have been hit by something
I don't
to pay respect to the pioneers of the game
Raise it up like it's your name
213, biggie and my idol Pac
Thanks for the light you gave in my path
It's a new
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
The Chronic (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed
They wanna know how I feel about it
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is
that
She my lil bitch from the 310
Different bitch
Different area codes
Got this other shawty
From the 213
Who put it down on me
But I love them both
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
us through
So I knew that the wicked would perish
Never forget your dreams
Life is full of ups and downs, yeah
No matter how hard it seems
Never
Dogg]
Too much talking shit
Let's get down to this list
If you got beef go and run up
I'ma bust him in his lip
I'm gonna shoot through that dude vest
Shut
look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
lomo, owo n she koko
Sit me down pelu koko
Je ka ta pelu ludo 66
213 be my local
So shoutout to all the bands oh
I dont wanna lose
The night is young,
home
Never said goodbye there will never be a clone
Sucked a couple titties and I got up in my zone
Them 213 days that's what made me fucking strong
prier
Bébé c'est comme la juge, tu me verras toujours nier
J'ai mélangé vovo et beuh
Parano des lumières bleues
Mamacita si j'suis locked up qu'est-ce qui
First year 107
Pizza and stories on the floor
Something's on your face and
Your fingers stuck in the door
Up to 103
Crosswords, and lettering
I
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
eyes open
U can't stick me
I got something for the whole damn world to see
So im gonna give it up
U best belive me
Ain't gonna get me off of my grind
Seems time gettin shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, be -Legit, and 40 water
Niggaz oughta
Get to Swervin'
night long!)
[Chorus: x2]
If you got some style
You can turn ya collar up, put ya dollars up
Now pull ya hat down low, okay!
Now back them bitches
look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) Tell me
How you
There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker
He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory
Just before he left he said
To all the lifers doing time, keep your head up loco
The thirteenth razon to be a Sureno is
Hold your ground and put it down en las calles where you live
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