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

Welcome to California where the gang
Longbeach, to Watts, Hawthorne and L.A.
Outside we rip-ride, let the fly
I maintain just to bang with the gang till the day I die
Get crazy plus and insane, on yo' ass
First just to on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
Cash; she in all hardy-tardy no (?)
They get get back and get they whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the corner drinkin
Little homies doin from murders to jackin
And say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I with, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
TV's - 'Lacs on D's
Make us niggaz feel when us niggaz got cheese
Young robbin niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
to see where they hearts at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, roll around with beat in my
Roll around with heat in the front, just to dump at two
12 gauge sawed-off, thinkin my point
nigga or get broke off
Ask ya how we put it in work
Now here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
in peace to my homie L-Dogg from the DPG
Bringin drama to these niggaz, bringin to the streets

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

[Slip
In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the area ya to
Ya might need to where a black khaki suit in grey and blue
Ya never who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha and leave ya shot and forgotten
Remember back in the day, Lewsinger
Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool when ya
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the
Capone got there so fast, the motherfuckers
And I laugh when I think on the days of my past
My ways, take a sip like drinkin blaze
in the Haze -- finna get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin my motherfuckin lotes on
Getcha on wit a nigga if ya wit a nigga
Hit a nigga up in traffic, go try and get a nigga
Cause I'll split a 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, was out in Philly
When I hooked up Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, when I to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, bomb
it stay calm for long
When a livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the crown on my
And so it read 'Hawthorne: The city I was born'
Till the come home, in the southside of L.A.
The City of Angels, but surround us, all around us
Makin it hot, I heat it up, my slow and speed it up
a rock and give a cut to the homies
to get new chucks to bang in
Keep the rag hangin, to slang in
Got a whole gang of

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, NailBoy and ridin in peace

Yeah, how we do it
Slip and Dat Nigga Daz
Funky Fresh '99.. haha...