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[Slip
to Longbeach, haha...
Some of that Capone and Dat Daz shit
Smackin y'all niggaz upside the head,
y'all niggaz what it is..

Welcome to California the gang stay
Longbeach, Compton to Watts, and L.A.
Outside we rip-ride, let the fly
I maintain just to bang with the till the day that I die
Get plus looney and insane, on yo' ass
just to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
Cash; she in all them no (?)
get some get back and get they whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the drinkin Sapp
Little doin things from murders to jackin
And say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I reply with, "Hell I'm a rider!"
Motorola - 'Lacs on D's
Make us niggaz feel good us niggaz got cheese
Young niggaz robbin for they dope sacks (give it up!)
Just to see they hearts at
weed and loots and hubs, roll around with beat in my truck
Roll around with heat in the front, to dump at two punks
12 gauge sawed-off, my point across
Cooperate or get broke off
Ask ya how we put it in work
Now they here, now gone, six feet in the dirt
Rest in peace to my homie from the DPG
Bringin to these niggaz, bringin drama to the streets

Whattcha gonna do if ya hang and bang
..and move around those gangstas
gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
..and around with them gangstas, gangstas!

[Slip
In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the ya goin to
Ya might need to where a khaki suit standin in grey and blue
Ya know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha caught and ya shot and forgotten
Remember back in the day, high
Caught park in the mornin, school was cool when ya high
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the
Capone got so fast, the motherfuckers crashed
And I laugh when I back on the days of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like drinkin
in the Purple -- finna get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin my motherfuckin lotes on
loc' on wit a nigga if ya wit a nigga
Hit a up in traffic, then go try and get a nigga
Cause I'll split a nigga with millimeters heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta kill a cop need 'em to beat 'em
They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My got illy, Kurupt was out in Philly
I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, when I to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it don't calm for long
a nigga livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a on my throne, so put the crown on my dome
And so it read 'Hawthorne: The where I was born'
Till the cows home, in the southside of L.A.
The of Angels, but Hell surround us, all around us
Makin it hot, I heat it up, slow my and speed it up
Flip a rock and a cut to the homies
to get new chucks to bang in
the rag hangin, Cutlass to slang in
Got a gang of ends

Knick-knack patty-whack, a G a strap
If he a G put to work, if he a punk he it back

You want the AR-15, the 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the infrared beam, gangsta
like a dream to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
Rest in peace to Strak-Lo, keep
Rest in peace to the homie, and radio ridin in peace

Yeah, how we do it
Capone and Dat Nigga Daz
Funky '99.. yeah haha...