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Do you ever sit and wonder sometimes
I mean, like, forreal though
I mean, sometimes I just sit and think to myself, like
I mean, that's a big question, right?
If "if" was a fifth, we'd all be fucked up
But what I really wanna know is:
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We had a reckless motherfucker
That was king of west coast instead of big Snoop Dogg
We never had a nigga like Big P
From the Southside, nigga goin' "woof"
We never had a real woman
That could raise us and teach us, show us what the real was
If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker, you had to make it
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Social media only ask the he-say, she-say shit
And where would I be without Tone, Pimp [?], and DJ Quik?
I'm glad I had somebody tell me
"Don't think with your dick, boy. Don't do that!"
Come on, you know me, man
I pimp on, I entertain, man
That's why I stay inside my [?] lane
I gotta be careful when I show you stuff
Cause these haters don't like you if you know too much
Yo, ow give it up if you like this
And won't get mad if you don't have no one to fight with
We pull the cards around a phony
My sister told me, "Niggas act hard around they homies"
Because the West don't need no beef
We need our [?] and our roaches
And our Reres and our Monique
So stay prayed up, armor on, I got it
What if you talked to that man
And understood before you shot him?
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The Bloods and the Crips was the same
And all niggas joined one gang
My granny wouldn't have died
Man, I probably wouldn't have been from the East side
You could do what you don't
And live how you motherfuckin' want, say that
A phony is a phony, a homie is a homie
And you know the big homie don't play that
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La di da di, we shout out the party
The old me, the new you, you niggas tryna do me
You better off tryna do you
DP, GC, what it really do?
I educate when I illustrate
And those the words I be teachin', preachin'
Always been a down ass nigga, clown ass nigga
Extra extraordinaire exceptionally
Never late, predicate, elevate, levitate
My nigga, I'm way too high to ever hate
Papa Snoop in my momma Beverly, heavenly
Thank God for ya'll havin' me, for real
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The Bloods and the Crips was the same
And all niggas joined one gang
My granny wouldn't have died
Man, I probably wouldn't have been from the East side
You could do what you don't
And live how you motherfuckin' want, say that
We had a reckless motherfucker
That was king of west coast instead of big Snoop Dogg
We never had a nigga like Big P
From the Southside, nigga goin' "woof"
We never had a real woman
That could raise us and teach us, show us what the real was
If you didn't have Suga Free, motherfucker, you had to make it