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

Welcome to California where the stay
Longbeach, to Watts, Hawthorne and L.A.
we rip-ride, let the slugs fly
I just to bang with the gang till the day that I die
Get crazy plus and insane, on yo' ass
just to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
Cash; she in all them no (?)
They get some get and get they whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the corner drinkin
Little doin things from 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 niggaz feel good us niggaz got cheese
Young niggaz robbin niggaz for 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, just to dump at two
12 sawed-off, thinkin my point across
Cooperate or get broke off
Ask ya homies how we put it in
Now they here, now they gone, six feet in the
Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg the DPG
Bringin drama to niggaz, bringin drama to the streets

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

Capone]
In L.A. ya cordial, accordin to the area ya goin to
Ya might to where a black khaki suit standin in grey and blue
Ya know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha caught and leave ya and forgotten
Remember in the day, Lewsinger high
Caught park in the mornin, school was cool when ya high
niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the glass
Capone got there so fast, the crashed
And I laugh when I back on the days of my past
My ways, take a sip like drinkin blaze
in the Purple Haze -- get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my lotes on
Getcha loc' on wit a if ya wit a nigga
Hit a nigga up in traffic, go try and get a nigga
Cause I'll split a nigga with millimeters from
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 with Daz Dilli, to ya silly
a milli-on, when I drop to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it don't calm for long
When a nigga livin in a warzone, then the on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the on my dome
And so it 'Hawthorne: The city where 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, my slow 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 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 want the AR-15, the 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the beam, gangsta lean
It's like a to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
Rest in peace to Strak-Lo, calm
Rest in peace to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in

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