| Never mind
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| What we do
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| Stick to you
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| Let me live
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| It’s my life
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| It’s my life, It’s my life
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| It’s what I go through everyday
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| I’m just an average man, tryin' to do the best I can
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| It’s what I go through everyday
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| Now, let me tell you the type of things we go through, you know
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| I rap about what’s real and what I go through, on the daily
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| It’s crazy
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| Like my neighborhood back in the 80's
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| I’ve seen shit
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| I lived it, I know it, so I give it
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| I can’t stop, and I won’t stop until I finish
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| In the 90's, you can find
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| On Hernandez with the homeboys
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| Lookin' out for the chota
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| Livin' la vida loca
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| Within my pockets, someone always had a fusca
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| You know how it is, you rollin' through, you keep trucha
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| Bullets flyin', I ain’t lyin', I got hit by one
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| Jefita cried, I almost died, and it was just for fun
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| We’re never doin' what we oughta be
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| Rest in peace
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| To my homeboy, Pee Wee, by a cop
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| In a robery
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| And honestly
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| That part of our lifestyle isn’t suitable
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| Don’t act like you don’t know how it feels to go to a funeral (Silencio)
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| That’s how we’re livin' lo
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| And then we wonder why they look at us like we’re some fuckin' criminals
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| You know, que no?
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| I never left the pad without shavin' my head
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| Gettin' cleaned up, creased up, takin' a joint to the head
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| Never been to juvie hall, never been to the pen
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| But to my homeboys, I’m someone you can depend on
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| I used to use Krylon to write on
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| Fences and walls, big block
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| Old English letters, standin' ten feet tall
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| United we stand, divided we fall
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| Tighter than some 1218's
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| Two size’s small
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| Smile now, cry later
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| Fuck it, why cry at all?
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| And if we ever got busted, homeboy, denied all
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| We didn’t do shit, they can’t prove shit, even if they could
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| We never pull rat
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| Or you’re not welcomed back to the hood
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| You’re known as no good
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| That’s how it was, that’s how it is
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| Fucked up predicament, get your ass killed for that shit
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| You don’t believe me?
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| I don’t care if you do or if you don’t
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| I’m just sayin' what the fuck I been through
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| And it’s no joke
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| I get the smallest wires, wrap 'em with the smallest tires
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| Blaze more trees than the San Diego wild fires
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| I get higher to inspire rhymes
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| Say some shit to inquire minds
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| And make sure they admire mine
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| Make 'em wonder what the fuck goes on in this mind of mine
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| I’m a cool dude that could blow up for the final time
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| It’s all the same, ain’t nothin' changed, it’s still the style of mine
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| Neighborhood Music, talkin' about how we do shit
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| We cruise it
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| We sometimes lose it and act foolish
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| But who doesn’t cause of a ruckus
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| Fuck it, that’s what they’re stuck with
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| Products of the barrio
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| Got nowhere to go but we gotta go
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| They ask me where I’m goin', shit, I don’t know
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| Around the town
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| See who’s around, see who’s down
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| To get a 12-pack in pound
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| I’m lookin' for the answer
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| At the bottom of a bottle
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| It’s just my luck, I gots no luck, no California lotto
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| I’m just an average man |