| Kids coming up from the alleys not like the valleys
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| Southtown San Diego rats out here in Cali
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| So Cal with the crew to show 'em how
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| You like me now, with the sound straight underground
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| Putt’n it down, lift up this jewel that i have found
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| And pass it around, flowing against the crowd
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| Hip-hop hardknox rhy’m soon as the tune drops
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| Negative small talks, homie start kick’n rocks
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| And take it down the blocks where it belongs
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| A demo of songs but they wouldn’t put me on
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| Thought i was gone, too late, but who’s to say
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| My pockets are empty and i got dues to pay
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| (B section)
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| To the tic toc you don’t stop
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| To the tic toc you don’t quit, hit it
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| Freestyle, freak with the flava it’s the sure shot
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| Floss up the Ave. when the shot gets hot
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| Still pay’n dues and knock 'em out the box
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| That’s how it is homie like it or not
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| It’s bad enough late bills keep stacking up
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| No one ever told me that it would cost this much
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| So buckle up and come along for the ride
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| Catching the vibes nd staying true to my tribe
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| I got mad love for the ones that still around
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| Knew you’d be down from the get-go here and now
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| You make me proud from the diapers to the grave
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| No masquerade, stayed the same like in the day
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| And one day when we all get saved
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| We’re gonna change the world no matter what they say
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| And stay real playing what we feel
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| I’ll keep praying for you while you shoot to thrill
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| (B section)
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| (Bridge)
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| It’s been a long time
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| It’s been a long time com’n
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| Hated by many and loved by less
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| Hold the thresh, resurrected here in the West
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| Clinch the fist; |
| dismiss the stereotype myths
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| Loose lips sink ships, then plead the fifth
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| You hated this, no reason you hated this
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| If you only knew you’d be the first to enlist
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| We come in love cause its just how we does
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| Fit the frame staying the same as it ever was
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| (B section)
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| (Bridge) |