| California’s just a dope spot
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| Home where people sleepin' with they dope locked
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| Crack spot, jackpot, rob you with a black Glock
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| Cash in my stash, bought my last on a 'Llac drop
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| It’s that, somethin' old school with a ragtop
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| We tall cans, and tattoos
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| You smoke weed, we match you
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| With tank tops, Levi’s, and house shoes
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| We in the alley or the front on the curb
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| We in the city with the cavi or the valley with the herb
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| We just the home of gang bangin', keepin' one off in the chamber
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| County time, and everyday it’s on the grind
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| We got the ghetto bird, sheriff’s, and the sea shores
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| The earthquakes, but that ain’t what you packin' heat for
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| That’s for the rowdy 2000 cowboys
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| Like down South they 'bout it, the heat make a loud noise
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| The swap meet’s and hoodrats, they reside here
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| The good — and even young die here
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| Life ain’t never what it really seems to be
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| All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
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| (Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain’t never enough
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| It all depends on how you hustle)
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| Life ain’t never what it really seems to be
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| All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
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| (Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain’t never enough
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| It all depends on how you hustle)
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| Man, the Beach is still a motherfucker
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| Man, the game ain’t changed a bit
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| It’s still — rock for rock, it’s still pounds to flip
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| It’s still — low lifes with the hammer cocked
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| And you chill, before you find your life half a block
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| From the spot that I pulled this and shot at that bullshit
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| You talkin', I’ll pull quick and turn the light out in your house
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| It’s on, cause if it ain’t, it’s grown
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| Might have to bank that Brougham that’s on them Dayton’s, that’s to make a
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| getaway
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| We known to start a riot, we ain’t home if it’s quiet
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| We wired, we never sleep, and we rarely get tired
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| We on fire, I wil' out and clap that ass up
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| You heard of Juvenile bitch, «Back That Azz Up»
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| C’mon!, get with it, jump on it and hit a corner with me
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| I’m on one 'til God come and get me — feel me?
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| Cause ain’t too many niggas thuggin' like this though
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| You buggin' like you ate a couple slugs from my pistol
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| Life ain’t never what it really seems to be
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| All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
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| (Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain’t never enough
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| It all depends on how you hustle)
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| Life ain’t never what it really seems to be
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| All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
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| (Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain’t never enough
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| It all depends on how you hustle)
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| Everythang ain’t made for everybody
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| I feel it ain’t me if it ain’t real
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| It ain’t bangin' like this — I ain’t finna write shit
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| It ain’t the Low Life Gang, I don’t too much hang
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| I’m 'bout my money and my cash flow
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| Saggin' my Dickies, rockin' my afro
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| Four or five gats in the 'Llac, follow the Astro
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| I’m thug luv, every night is a club
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| And L.A.'s a playground when you fuckin' with us
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| (Check it out) My homie asked me could I get him some head
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| I hooked him up with a bad bitch he slept in the bed with
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| And that’s just a small thang to a giant
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| You’ll be amazed what your brain could do, if you just try it
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| If you don’t want it, don’t buy it
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| If you gon' suck it, don’t bite it
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| And if you got the feelin', don’t fight it
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| Too many choices make a nigga confused
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| So find somethin' to do before your life is through
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| Life ain’t never what it really seems to be
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| All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
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| (Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain’t never enough
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| It all depends on how you hustle)
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| Life ain’t never what it really seems to be
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| All I wanna do is just fulfill my destiny
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| (Sometimes it might get rough, but sometimes it ain’t never enough
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| It all depends on how you hustle) |