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Hey!
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understood, how we did it
How we made this music your very soul

Yo I out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, her?
290 thou, wow
Somethin your rap does not allow
Why you laughin, I see nothing funny
Pull back two mac-10's now a big mac-20
is the basics
Quik and I we run the
Hold your mouth don't say
Walk through any
That from here past the tri ? ?
Better respect us dog we ?
get it confused
We smashin crews, my rules
come correct and get abused
I the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like dear mama
It could be black and I spot ya
Boom! kick in door like big poppa

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Dj motherfucking
sermon

[dj
Ay, tell me what you get your nigga xzibit
And quik get down the e double?
You get we
E, make the beat
Make the bass all on you shake break out
To the ground and dig em out of e
Partyin, that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub I got
'cause this is how we do it
It's ironic that you done stepped a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a
Tryin to get you to recognize know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, lay it out
And if you got a erick they play it out
We big figga rap
From the gate, we been waited on and on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and whet ya
Way down the compton town, and I bet ya

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Ha, yeah, ladies and
Yeah, the bar is now
C'mon, yeah, on me
C'mon,
Presented to you, to the z
Yeah,

I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the
If this was '89 I break you off proper
Cockblocker, a few g's in my lolo
Not hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo
Most niggas react a homo
And when they wit a now they wanna get loud
Wanna act and act like a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but really got the of a child
? ? our tickets
Extra points a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that ain't
I'm walkin away, a man
'cause y'all niggas than sand
'cause we fuckin a fan and locin out wit pan
I fucked mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a like it's supposed to be
And bread with the real niggas close to me

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C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the house
Yeah, this dick in your
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, you think it
The west coast brought cats in 1999
All the way bouncin through
Ha, c'mon,
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium
Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium
Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green eyed
Yeah, bitch can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep it
Yeah, r.i.p. roger
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha,