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Yes, sir! LA Leakers Justin Credible, Sourmilk that's right We've been invaded by Long Beach, man Long Beach is here! Long Beach! Our homie, for many
to live since I was kid Playing in the yard with a 30-06 House look like a gun range Room look like a gun store Either you're gonna know my name Or niggas
hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer It's a nice night in L.A We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la la la la (fuck that, nigga) We don't give a fuck Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga
like bowels And take all your princesses, bitch I am Bowser Fuck superpowers, I got this weed Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need I don't play
like la, la, la, la From the same city as the B-I-G Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID Now I'm on their radar, where it beat I be Was a slave for
And I might just snap the piss, Out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!) Y'all pussy-ass niggas
and the sun The only revolution that we ever get to see is when we see the bullet spinning from the barrel of a gun
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot It's a new day, phones still tapped Watchin' the crew They put out one
Yea Yea Yeah Yea Yea Yea Mix a pint in the soda I'm up with it I fill it up when the cup empty Just found some X took a buck fifty Bad bitch from LA
Brown, another soul Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice Black dress code now we looting in
MAUREEN Are we packed? JOANNE Yes and by next week I want you to be MAUREEN Pookie? JOANNE And you should see They've padlocked your buliding
To L.A on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal
Regarding love, I'm a stranger Death of a heart Wedding night Be by my side, burning man Chrome jewels Drowsy eyes Proud women Modern rapper War
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer? That she's plain addicted
Back before the internet Small town newspaper and gossip Was the only way to find What's going on in the small world Revolution hadn't happened yet
black cause or Arabic rights A black rose killed by white spikes No stopping now No justice no peace found We speak the truth, the lies drown Revolution
the system like they all be chewing tobaccos Raised by the house of apostles So please do not question my gospel Revolution is not in our blood homie it's
Sha. Sha. Sha. La la la la la la. Sha Drivin' down the road in a big blue car, With the top way down, a night full of stars, An' my
with rhymes, I battle with guns Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one If you take the first letter of what I just sung You spell my name
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died That's when my mama started gettin' high My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
[John F. Kennedy speaking] We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first Revolution. [Benefit] Critical, outlook on life seems
Shoot mon coeur c'est un drive by Jressens rien quand elle s'en va Elle veut compter mes entailles Shoot mon coeur c'est un drive by Jressens rien
fields stretched forever I swear Lucy was in the Sky with her Diamonds just the same In the heart of a Revolution, right Out on penny lane Come together
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