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

Welcome to California where the stay
Longbeach, to Watts, Hawthorne and L.A.
Outside we rip-ride, let the fly
I maintain just to with the gang 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 hardy-tardy no (?)
They get some get and get they whole wig peelt back
out on the corner drinkin Sapp
Little homies things from murders to jackin
And say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I with, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
Motorola TV's - on D's
Make us niggaz good when us niggaz got cheese
Young niggaz niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
Just to see where hearts at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, 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
nigga or get broke off
Ask ya homies how we put it in
Now here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg the DPG
Bringin drama to these niggaz, bringin to the streets

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

Capone]
In L.A. ya dress cordial, to the area ya goin to
Ya might need to where a khaki suit standin in grey and blue
Ya never know who be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to caught and leave ya shot and forgotten
Remember back in the day, high
Caught every park in the mornin, school was when ya high
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the
Capone got there so fast, the motherfuckers
And I laugh when I think back on the of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like blaze
in the Purple Haze -- finna get my on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin my motherfuckin lotes on
loc' 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
[Daz] say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, was out in Philly
I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, I drop to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it stay calm for long
When a nigga 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'
the cows come home, in the southside 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 a cut to the homies
to get some new chucks to in
Keep the rag hangin, Cutlass to 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, gangsta
It's like a dream to be fresh on the scene,
in peace to Strak-Lo, keep calm
Rest in to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in peace

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