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

Welcome to California the gang 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
First just to blast on yo' ass if yo' trash
Cash; she in all them no (?)
They get some get back and get 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!"
TV's - 'Lacs on D's
Make us niggaz feel good us niggaz got cheese
Young robbin niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
Just to see where they at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, roll with beat in my truck
Roll with heat in the front, just to dump at two punks
12 sawed-off, thinkin my point across
nigga or get broke off
Ask ya how we put it in work
Now they here, now they gone, six in the dirt
Rest in peace to my L-Dogg from the DPG
Bringin to these niggaz, bringin drama to the streets

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

Capone]
In L.A. ya dress cordial, to the area ya goin 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 caught and leave 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 through the glass
Capone got there so fast, the motherfuckers
And I when I think back on the days of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip drinkin blaze
in the Purple Haze -- finna get my on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my motherfuckin 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 with millimeters from heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta a cop I'ma need '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, when I drop to
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it don't stay calm for
When a livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the on my dome
And so it read The city where I was born'
the cows come home, in the southside of L.A.
The City of Angels, but Hell surround us, all us
Makin it hot, I it up, slow my slow and speed it up
Flip a rock and give a cut to the
to get some new 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 punk he pass it

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 peace to Strak-Lo, calm
Rest in to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in peace

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