Intro 

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One for the impala's 
Two for the gold D's 
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Three for the switches 
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Middle finger for the police 
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Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die 
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Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side 

verse 1 
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I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94 
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Shoot the courts out 
And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out 
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I had the illest jump shot 
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So he bet all his money on me 
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12 years old with the hunny's on me 
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Patrick Ewings on 
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I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's 
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if the motherfuckers fit 
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They fit 
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So I'm back up the block 
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Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box 
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In front of the crack spot 
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Fiends fighting over crack rock 
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Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot 
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He had them black Locs like MC Ren 
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And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz 
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Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims 
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Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims 
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It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10" 
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He was dope as a motherfucker 
I wanted to be like him 

Hook: x2 
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One for the impala's 
Two for the gold D's 
A 
Three for the switches 
        E 
Middle finger for the police 
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Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die 
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Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side 

verse 2 
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Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie 
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I used to do the hammer dance 
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Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right? 
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That's when my pops had the weight 
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He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes 
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Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside 
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In my window watching all the kids have fun outside 
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Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside 
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But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside 
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Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year 
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This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair 
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I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care" 
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So I took off her training bra 
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That's when she got scared 
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She wanted me to be her boyfriend 
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So I was like, "Yeah" 
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I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head 
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"When I'm alone in my room" 
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I can't remember what he said 
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But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head 
It go 

Hook: x2 
E             C#m 
One for the impala's 
Two for the gold D's 
A 
Three for the switches 
        E 
Middle finger for the police 
E                          C#m 
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die 
A                       E 
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side 

verse 3 
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Shit I'm grown now 
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Pops in jail, I'm on my own now 
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Got my first kilo 
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And my brick phone now 
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Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now 
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Headed to the county jail 
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Two T's commin' home now 
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Yeah hommie shit changed 
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Nigga's don't bang like they used to 
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And I can't dunk like I used to 
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Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop! 
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And takin' fades is played out like Fubu 
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I got a tv in the dash watching Friday 
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21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay 
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Red rag in my pocket 
Doin' it my way 
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Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways 
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4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit? 
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Got to beat me to the pump 
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Punk 
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I'm on my gangsta shit 
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Nigga with a attitude 
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On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit 

Hook: x2 
E             C#m 
One for the impala's 
Two for the gold D's 
A 
Three for the switches 
        E 
Middle finger for the police 
E                          C#m 
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die 
A                      E 
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side