| Yeah, hehe
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| Bow wow wow
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| Mr. Shadow and my diggidy dawg Droopy
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| Check it
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| To all my bald headed criminals breaking the penal codes
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| Rollin' hella deep, when we creep in them Lo-Lo's
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| Locos, jotos, cholos and my niggas
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| Don’t be pulling triggers because we all about the figures
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| Figure than the ocean and we know for brawls
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| In Southern California where the domes are bawl
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| And then you can call who you want
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| But there ain’t no stoppin' this
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| Because I’m coming from the sick
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| One nina through the mix
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| It’s the Mistah, the one fucking your sister
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| Humping in your sister, I kissed her after I was in her
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| Whisper let these bustas know what Beyond is all about
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| From San Diego to Los Angeles we put it down
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| We put it out because we the sickest around
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| The fool just gave me a doubt
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| And if it was she she’d be down
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| Its time to money make’s the clout
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| And staying alive and I’m recognized World-Wide
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| Cause its Diego till I die homey
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| If you ain’t from the West
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| Then you best wear a vest
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| (WHY?)
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| So you get a hole up in your chest
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| Every body know… that Cali’s where it’s at
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| With all the bombs and all the bomb Buddah’s at
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| Fresh out without a doubt
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| Packed on the scenes, scoping California out
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| The Southern route, where we bounce, rock, skates
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| And it pays, see you playing checkmate
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| On all those who wanna player hate
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| I be that G representa, so cal centa
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| All the g’s smoking the blunt smoke grinner, the winner
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| I’ll be the lokest when you meet Catey?
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| Like the heat, have you fryin' a whole fuckin' sheet in the streets
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| Bald-headed, baggy clothes, on the 6−4's
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| Barbecues, drinking 4−0's, tally hoe
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| You know how it’s done in the city
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| The sun flows control, Mr. Shadow number 1
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| Here we come, Diego boys, real McCoy’s, bring joy
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| To the women who like sex toys
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| No choice but to voice my opinion
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| Gangsters how I’m dealin', like a felon how’s I’m feelin
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| I can feel love that you sticked in my brain
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| I’m feelin' loked, I provoke everyone around me
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| They’re going choked
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| It’s me and my dawg D-R-double-0-P-Y
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| From the S.D. |
| side, rolling in a g ride
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| In killer Cali, home of vandals and law breakers
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| 3 strike and fellas, big g’s and life takers
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| From the sickest for the pety minded little slangers
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| We go to Q P to L B then real bangers
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| ?? |
| I suggest that you pack up
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| You’re about to fucked up
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| So shut your ass up punk
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| Cause we don’t play, we parlay, get layed everyday
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| Krime Pays in this motherfuckin' state
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| Straight from the West where the gangsters dwell
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| But you can meet me at a ?? |
| I got shit for sell
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| Now go and tell everybody and they momma
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| Mr. Shadow crazy Droop about the drama
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| This Low Pro
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| Mr. Shadow
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| Bow wow wow
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| Uh. |