| Still, I wanna be Right here in my hood
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| Still, I wanna be In the streets, sippin' cognac
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| Still, I wanna be In my, killin'
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| Still, I wanna be In the streets, yeah
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| I keep it moving while we groovin' in the sunshine
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| Give it to me, let me hear it just one time
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| To my mother and my brother up in heaven now
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| It took a little bit, it’s better, cause I’m ready now
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| To the homies, doing time, and I mean everyone
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| Seperated from their ladies and their little ones
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| To our mothers in the ghetto, did the best they could
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| Kinda hard, without a daughter in the neighborhood
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| But we made it through the good and through the bad, too
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| Through the trouble and the struggles, see we had to To the homies with the Khakis and the Pennotins
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| To their young’n’s, to their G’s, to the veterans
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| Through the drama, without mama and it never ends
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| To the letter for the homies that I’m 'bout to send
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| To the homies with the lolo’s and the hydros
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| To the all, to the pen, to the barrios
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| Tell the mamis and the daddies with their babies
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| I know it’s hard and they may seem a little crazy
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| To my ladies with their babies by their lonesone
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| Your little baby will, one day, will be a grown son
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| And it’s harder in the night, but then the light come
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| You made a choice, baby girl, and it’s right one
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| And to my people with this struggle, tryna cope here…
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| We’re living in the dark, but there’s hope there
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| To the ghettos of the world, we gotta keep strong
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| Gotta fight to keep it right and try to shake wrong
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| Let me hear it for the people in the back, too
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| To my little baby girls, daddy thanks you
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| And to the homies in the back with the cold one
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| All the homies with the sack, going broke one
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| See, we do it cause we love it, and it’s like that
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| If you coming, then you barking, then we bite back
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| To the homies playing ball on a Sunday
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| To the homies where the L may be one day
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| To the young’n’s in the hood with the hoodies on Little mamis at the party, get their cuties on Tell the ones that never made it, how we miss you
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| How we swig, how we trip and reminisce you
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| To the G’s on the blocks, steady, fresh out
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| To my homie, Dan, I’m waiting til he gets out
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| I’m a leave ya to the men, and I’m a roll now
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| I been doing it for ten, time to blow now
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| So I leave you with my love and all the peace sign
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| From the west, to the south, to the east side |