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

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

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

Capone]
In L.A. ya cordial, accordin to the area ya goin to
Ya might need to where a black suit standin in grey and blue
Ya never know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and
to caught and leave ya shot and forgotten
Remember back in the day, Lewsinger
Caught every park in the mornin, school was when ya high
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a through the glass
got there so fast, the motherfuckers crashed
And I laugh I think back on the days of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like blaze
in the Haze -- finna get my smoke on
Two in the mo'nin with my motherfuckin lotes on
Getcha loc' on wit a nigga if ya wit a
Hit a nigga up in traffic, then go try and get a
Cause I'll a nigga with millimeters from heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta kill a cop I'ma 'em to beat 'em
They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, Kurupt was out in
I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, when I drop to
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it stay calm for long
When a 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 city I was born'
Till the cows come home, in the of L.A.
The City of Angels, but Hell us, all around us
Makin it hot, I heat it up, slow my and speed it up
Flip a rock and give a cut to the
to get some new chucks to in
Keep the rag hangin, to slang in
Got a whole of ends

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

You the AR-15, the glock 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the infrared beam, lean
It's a dream to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
Rest in to Strak-Lo, keep calm
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...